Amon sat inside the canteen at a dark wooden table while looking outside.
It was already dark now.
Huge wooden poles stood outside, each holding a wooden lamp with fire burning inside. They had been arranged carefully by the villagers. The warm orange flames flickered gently, pushing back the darkness of the night.
Soon it would be time for dinner, when people would slowly gather in the canteen. So he decided to wait.
'When will you come, my dear~'
Basically, he was waiting for her. He was waiting for Scarlett.
The villagers who cooked in the canteen every day gave him weird looks, but he dismissed them.
A gentle voice called out to him from the counter side where food was served. "Oh, young man. It seems you are waiting for someone."
Amon turned his face toward the counter. Standing there was an old lady who looked to be in her late fifties, maybe around sixty. She was a human.
