The inn.
Built beside the fork in the main road leading to the Northern Plateau and Port Neutrall.
The location is excellent.
It was unbelievably lively.
There was excellent lodging, fine wine, and delicious food here.
Enough to make travelers in this gentle haven spend years of savings.
At least.
Yulian looked at the abundant dishes, wine, and meat on the table.
That's what he thought.
"Let's eat."
Ehre smiled gently at Yulian.
"After we eat and rest a bit, we should continue on our way."
Continue on our way?
Yulian glanced at another table.
Wirbel, who was drinking himself silly with the Boss.
Can we really continue on our way like this?
"Wirbel, are you alright?"
Yulian wanted to say that Wirbel was drunk to this extent.
Can he still continue on his way?
But after the words reached his mouth and he changed them.
Yulian felt it was even stranger.
"It's alright, it's alright."
Ehre smiled gently.
"Almost all Mages in the north know Magic to sober up."
"We can help him in a bit or let him sober up himself."
Scharf also said with eyes curved in a smile.
"It's not easy to get to drink some good wine again..."
"Let him drink then."
Saying that.
Scharf quietly leaned close to Yulian's ear and spoke.
"Besides..."
"Mr. Yulian, can't you tell..."
"Drink, keep drinking!"
Wirbel's face was flushed with intoxication.
A red cloud rose.
His hand was on the Boss's shoulder, and his body couldn't stop swaying.
"Drink, are you scared or something!"
Being swayed like that by Wirbel.
He, who was already heavily intoxicated, laughed even louder.
"Come on!"
Wirbel directly pushed the wine cup away.
He picked up the wine bottle from the table and put it in the Boss's hand.
One for each person.
"Cheers!"
"Okay, cheers!"
The strong liquor went down.
The two of them chatted like brothers about everything under the sun.
Things like the Demon invasion, how despicable the northern nobles were, how difficult life was for the common people, and the situation with the Mage exams.
They talked about everything!
Wirbel just slipped in the request to borrow the Boss's beloved horse into these topics.
The Boss agreed without any hesitation at all.
It wasn't really agreeing.
Maybe he said something about being good brothers.
It's alright.
It's fine.
But he didn't hear clearly what was being said at all.
However, the waiter heard it.
Under Wirbel's gaze.
The waiter had already arranged to lead the horses to the entrance.
"Awesome!"
Yulian couldn't help but give a thumbs up as he watched.
He couldn't even tell if Wirbel was truly drunk or faking it.
"When it comes to serious matters, Wirbel is still very attentive."
Seeing this, Ehre's face was full of smiles.
However, after hearing Wirbel shout something about that crazy old woman.
Ehre's good mood vanished completely.
Her face was simply as gloomy as if covered by dark clouds.
He must be drunk.
He really is drunk.
He's really speaking without restraint!
Yulian silently put his hand on the chair.
Wanting to move a little closer to Scharf, seeking a sense of security.
But after thinking about it.
Yulian still silently moved his chair further away from both Ehre and Scharf.
Neither of them is safe...
"You can't go to the Northern Plateau now, right?"
"After all, the Demons has already attacked, are you still going there to search for treasure?"
People who were setting off for the Northern Plateau and those who had returned started chatting.
"The Demons might be attacking, but isn't there the Allied Army of various nations holding them back at the front?"
"Besides, joining a team organized by the Allied Army is also a source of income."
"And you can fight the Demons!"
"With your strength, fight the Demons?"
The speaker couldn't help but cover their mouth and laugh.
"What do you mean!"
The man who was mocked slapped the table in dissatisfaction.
"Without the strength of a First Class Mage, you aren't even allowed to go to the Northern Plateau now."
"You, a mere Third Class Mage, fighting the Demons?"
"As if you are..."
"A Second Class Mage!"
The first floor of the inn was very noisy.
Those drinking.
Those bragging.
Those playing cards and cursing.
There was everything.
After all, most of them were adventurers.
Having roamed outside for many years, their temperaments were naturally more "passionate" and "uninhibited".
"I heard the sea and land haven't been peaceful lately either..." Someone who clearly looked like a merchant spoke.
Yulian listened attentively.
"The Demons recently got a fleet of ships from somewhere, I don't know where..." "Specifically burning, killing, and looting at sea."
"I heard the leader is none other than Qual, the Elder Sage of Corruption, one of the legendary Seven Sages of Destruction!"
Qual!
Yulian's pupils contracted.
He naturally knew about the Demons's fleet.
After all, he was the one who built it up single-handedly.
But why was it exposed so early!
And the one leading it was Qual!
Has Schlacht really returned?
But why is he interfering with his own plan!
And overturning his plan as if denying it almost completely!
It was Schlacht who said he could lead the Demons towards the future!
But what is he doing now!
Yulian clenched his fists.
His expression was tense.
He greatly admired Schlacht.
This Demons Chancellor, the strongest of the Demons!
It was he who, relying on his ability to foresee the future, led the Demons once again towards a glorious era where they could stand equal against humans!
But, it's him again!
It was Schlacht who taught Yulian not to respect him!
He told Yulian to do whatever he wanted with confidence!
The future was in Yulian's hands!
But it's also him again!
Now he's popped up from who knows where!
Constantly interfering with his own plan!
Again and again, making Yulian feel unbearable and want to rush directly to the Demon King's Castle!
To give him a hard punch!
To question him loudly!
To question Schlacht!
What the hell do you want to do!
"Mr. Yulian?"
Ehre called out to Yulian softly.
Only then did Yulian notice that his anger had reached a point where it was difficult to conceal.
"Sorry, I remembered something unpleasant."
Suppressing the anger in his heart.
Yulian smiled faintly.
"I thought perhaps you didn't like it here much..." Ehre said, feeling a little embarrassed.
After all, in her eyes, Yulian was a central plains person who liked quiet.
Maybe the food wasn't to his taste, or maybe the surrounding environment was too noisy.
All could be reasons for Yulian's unhappiness.
"It's quite good here."
Yulian shook his head.
He hesitated for a moment before asking Ehre.
"If someone keeps saying... uh..."
"Says they love you..."
"But their actions aren't like that."
"What do you think is the situation?"
Yulian needed someone to help him answer his doubts.
Why was it that after Schlacht returned, he seemed like a different person.
Completely bypassing Yulian and starting his schemes on his own.
"Mr. Yulian, are you thinking of a certain girl?"
Ehre blinked her eyes curiously.
The fire of gossip ignited in her beautiful eyes.
"Is it the only daughter of the Lars family, or another girl?"
Hmm...
Yulian was slightly silent.
Amitabha.
How could you ask that.
"Alright, alright..." Ehre covered her mouth and smiled.
"I won't tease Yulian anymore."
She showed a thoughtful expression.
"If a girl really did that, it must be because Mr. Yulian, you did something that made her jealous, or..."
"Or made her unhappy."
Jealous or unhappy?
Wasn't he just...
Hmm...
Yulian was a little silent.
Wasn't he just... acting as... half a "Demon traitor"...
So is he dissatisfied with what he's done over the past eighty years?
Yulian felt a little depressed.
What a headache.
But he still cheered up.
Whatever the reason.
It's better to meet and talk it through properly.
"Ehre~"
Wirbel had already gotten the Boss drunk.
At this moment, he stood up swaying and walked over.
"Why are you so drunk..." Ehre frowned slightly.
Although there was the suspicion of asking the obvious.
But it was clear she really disliked Wirbel's smell of alcohol.
But before Ehre could finish speaking.
Wirbel had already fallen into Ehre's arms.
"Help me..."
Wirbel, his face red from drunkenness, finished speaking to Ehre and then passed out drunk.
Yulian was stunned watching this.
"Really!"
Ehre's cheeks were crimson!
But she still couldn't bear to push Wirbel away.
She could only sigh.
Holding Wirbel, she activated the Magic to sober him up.
In less than a few seconds.
Wirbel came back to life again.
He got up from Ehre's arms, looking refreshed.
Completely oblivious to Ehre's flushed cheeks.
Just looking at the three of them.
Wirbel said.
"Alright!"
"The horse situation is sorted!"
"Let's continue on our way!"