The inn was named ‘Little Liar Arms’, and it was a big and widely spread five-story inn. The first floor had a diner and lounge— a tavern. And the second and third floors had rooms for lodging for the adventurers and the travelers.

The inn could serve three hundred people at once, and the rooms were enough for a thousand people.

“Not bad,” Nero said as he glanced around.

Emilia nudged Nero and entered the inn.

From the outside, it looks warm, inviting, and cozy. The plastered walls and sandstone pillars make up most of the building’s outer structure.

As they entered the inn through the heavy, metallic door, they were welcomed by aromas of roasted meats and the smell of alcohol.

It was as lovely inside as it is on the outside. The marble pillars supported the upper floor and the rows of small candles and lanterns attached to them. The walls were packed with all sorts of travel memorabilia, most likely all collected by the owners over generations.

The tavern itself was packed. Locals seemed to be the primary clientele here. Several long tables are occupied by— what looked like couples, lone travelers, and anybody else who enjoyed great company.

The other, smaller tables were also occupied by people who seemed to be enjoying themselves a lot, perhaps too much— Even most of the stools at the bar were occupied. However, nobody seemed to mind more company, they were doing their own business, and some were just watching and enjoying the view.

Nero filled his lungs with the smell of grilled and cooked food coming from the kitchen— which only made Nero more hungry.

“How may I help you?” asked the receptionist.

“Uhh…” Emilia glanced around as if she was looking for someone.

Nero looked at Emilia in confusion, then realized she wouldn’t have any money to pay at all— though Nero was more concerned about food. There was no way he was going empty stomach from this place.

“Where is Christi?” Emilia asked.

The receptionist inspected Emilia from head to toe, then squinted her eyes, “Are you her friend?”

Emilia nodded and uttered, “Can you call her?”

“Her duty hours are about to start, so she must be in a bath,” The receptionist then looked at Nero and then at Sophia. “Is that an injured person?”

“No, they are just sleeping. We need two rooms to stay for three nights and two days.”

The receptionist nodded and started writing down something on the register, “That would be three gold coins and 20 silver coins, please.”

Emilia made a troubled face, then said, “How long will it take for Christi to come?”

The receptionist sighed, then closed her register. “Could it be that you don’t have any money?”

“Christi took some money from me last week, so I thought maybe she would pay for me.”

The receptionist stared at Emilia for a while, then chuckled, “She would be here soon, and you don’t have to worry about the pay. Christi’s friend is my friend.”

“Thank you. I will make sure to pay you when Christi comes.”

Nero walked to the counter and pushed Emilia to the side, “Can you make it one room, please?”

The receptionist looked at Nero, then glanced at Emilia, “Is one room okay?” she asked Emilia.

Emilia nodded. “It’s fine.”

The receptionist opened the register and checked one room, then said, “That would be two gold coins— for two days and three nights.”

“Room number?” Nero asked.

“Up to the third floor, number 222.”

“Oh! Come on! Give one on the second floor. There is no way I am climbing all those stairs.”

The receptionist checked the register and shook her head. “There are only 23 rooms vacant in the inn right now, and one is on the third floor, and the rest are on the fourth and fifth.”

Emilia pulled Nero’s sleeve and muttered, “You are making a ruckus. Let’s go now.”

Nero glanced around to see everything was silent, and everyone was staring at him.

Nero exhaled sharply and shrugged his hand. “Let’s go.”

Nero and Emilia were walking up the stairs as Nero said, “Why did you stop me? Now we have to walk all the way to the third floor.”

“If you made a ruckus, they would have thrown you out.”

“What?!”

“This inn is a very famous and well-known inn, so you need to be careful not to show your stubborn side.”

They walked all the way to the third floor and found their room.

“Are there any locks or some security in the rooms?” Nero asked curiously.

Emilia opened the door as she said “No,” and entered the room.

“Then I don’t consider this inn as ‘famous’.” Nero sighed deeply and entered the room.

“This world’s technology is too far behind. I thought there would be at least some progress— but it’s still the same old world.”

Nero placed Sophia on the bed, took off the mantle, then placed the pillow under her head and rubbed her cheeks.

“Why did you ask for one room only?” Emilia questioned.

“I thought one room would be big for…” Nero glanced around the room, “Nice! There is a sofa. You can sleep there.”

Emilia folded her arms around her bosom. “Why would I sleep on the Sofa?”

“Well, there is only one bed, so I and Sophia will sleep on it, and you on the sofa.”

“Wait a minute! I paid for the room, so I am not sleeping on the sofa.”

Nero frowned his face and sighed, “Fine, I will place Sophia on the Sofa, and we two will sleep on the bed.”

Emilia’s face immediately flushed as soon as Nero said that.

“W-Wh-Why would we sleep together?”

Nero raised his eyebrows, “Then what? You want me to sleep on the sofa?”

Emilia nodded and opened her mouth to say something, but Nero interrupted her by saying, “Not happening. You see, I am a terrible sleeper, so if I sleep on the sofa, I would probably fall down.”

“You are lying.”

“Fine,” Nero scoffed. “I was lying.”

“Do you really want to sleep on the bed….” Then she muttered, “With me.”

“Yes!” Of course, he didn’t hear because his answer overlapped with what Emilia murmured.

Emilia’s face flushed as so many thoughts passed her mind.

“Anyway, let’s go eat something now. I am hungry.”

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