Within the city, the curfew was enforced, and ordinary people would certainly not rashly let strangers stay in their homes. If Winter Heron had no place to stay, they might have to sleep on the streets.
Unfortunately, when the worst-case scenario might appear, it nearly always happens. As they stepped into the hall of Winter Heron, the receptionist indeed shook his head at them: "Sorry, we're fully booked."
"Is there really no way?" Lady Kuisu asked with a frown.
The servant still shook his head.
However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind them. "It seems you are encountering some trouble," it was a young girl's voice. "Do you need help?"
Everyone turned around.
Only to see that the speaker was a young maid, about the same age as Gita, but her mannerisms clearly indicated she came from a noble family.
Seeing everyone looking at her, she smiled kindly:
