At night, Shami brought some meat dishes from the tavern to the flat gold-haired elf's room in the inn.
This elf looks forward to having meat every day now.
The two of them sat at the round table in the room for dinner.
"Shami, during the villager gathering, you made me agree; have you thought of a good solution?"
While picking pieces of meat from the dishes with her chopsticks into her tiny mouth, Lureya curiously looked at Shami.
"Not at all."
"Eh, then why did you still let me accept that commission with such peace of mind? A level 45 advanced swordsman, basically human-like!"
Lureya instantly felt the meat lose its flavor, her eyes widening as she looked at Shami.
"Unless you leave the village, you can't refuse this commission. Instead of pushing it back and forth, you might as well accept it directly. It will put the villagers at ease."
Lureya showed a resigned expression.
