Nighttime...
Merlin and Luna sat on the bed, enjoying their dinner.
They could have eaten at the inn's restaurant, but Merlin decided against it.
Although their true appearances were unrecognizable to the people of this city, that didn't mean there was no chance of unexpected events revealing their identities.
He often read novels and books written by intelligent people in his former world, and indeed, such a possibility always existed—though small, about five percent.
Therefore, as a precaution, Merlin had requested that their food be delivered directly to their room.
"Does it taste good?" Merlin asked, biting into a piece of honey-fried chicken.
"It tastes good!" Luna smiled happily. "It's even better than the one at the tavern this afternoon. Well, while it doesn't compare to Tina's cooking, at least it's tasty and edible."
"Good." Merlin nodded in satisfaction. "Eat up. Tomorrow morning, we'll be leaving this inn."
Luna didn't say anything and just nodded slowly.
