"Why do I smell a girl?"
The moment he heard that question, Merlin froze. He forced an awkward smile and asked hesitantly, "W-what do you mean?"
The old woman didn't answer right away. Instead, she stepped further into the room, sniffing the air.
"I smell a girl," she repeated coldly. "Did you bring a girl into your room?"
Her sharp gaze made Merlin's skin crawl, but he kept his composure and replied with a confused expression, "What are you talking about? Weren't you on duty in the lobby last night? If a girl had entered, wouldn't you have seen her?"
Hearing his words, the woman found it reasonable. Still, the scent was strong, and her suspicion didn't fade.
Without another word, she began walking around the room.
The sight sent a chill down Merlin's spine. He clenched his teeth, silently praying she wouldn't open the closet where Margaret was hiding.
But then…
"Ouch!"
A muffled groan came from the bed.
