As Durandal and Rita were walking back, they suddenly spotted a familiar figure ahead.
"Isn't that Sil, the one we met before?"
That familiar figure was the purple-haired little girl named Sil. She was squatting by the roadside, seemingly... crying.
What had happened?
After hesitating for a moment, Durandal and Rita exchanged a glance, then slowly walked over to her.
"Are you... alright?"
Durandal asked her softly.
Perhaps because she had not expected anyone to speak beside her, Sil's body gave a little shudder.
"I-I'm fine, huh?"
Sil hurriedly stood up and gently shook her head, though tears still lingered in the corners of her eyes.
"You're... the guests from a few days ago!"
When she raised her head to look at the people beside her, she realized they were the two guests from a few days ago who had not held her responsible. Not much time had passed, and they were both very beautiful, so Sil remembered them clearly.
"What happened to you? Aren't you working at the restaurant today?" At this hour, the restaurant should have been very busy, yet she was here... crying.
She looked utterly heartbroken.
"I..."
Sil did not know how to explain it. She had been fired! And this was not even the first time. It could even be said that any nearby shop owners who knew her would never hire her again.
Actually, that boss had treated her quite well. Although he often scolded her, it had been for her own good.
But even if the boss was a good person, he was not a saint—especially in a place like the Imperial Capital, where people devoured others without leaving even the bones. If he let Sil remain in his shop, his business would only get worse and worse, and his customers would become