"Ah—"
A faint cry leaked out from inside the door, causing the Mushroom Merchant, who had originally planned to burst in and demand an explanation from Herbert, to pause in her tracks.
Huh?
She could tell it was Sofia's voice, but unlike her usual indifferent tone, she seemed quite agitated, unable to control her volume.
"Strange, are they arguing? Why are they suddenly shouting so loudly that even those outside can hear... What on earth did Herbert say to make her so angry?"
Miser tilted her head curiously, then pretended to know nothing.
Whether their master and servant argued or not, it had nothing to do with her anyway.
As the Mushroom Merchant debated whether to return to her own tasks and wait for their quarrel to end, the door in front of her opened by itself.
Creak—
"Ah, Sofia, what a coincidence... I just happened to be passing by, hmm."
Miser awkwardly greeted the flushed Centaur Heroic Spirit, whose cheeks were red from arguing.
