The war was over, and the streets of Labyrinth were already in a festive mood.
As the commander, Ian had far more procedures to handle than the other mercenaries, so he returned to the inn a bit later than the rest of his members.
The battle had ended around the afternoon, but by the time Ian finished all the remaining work and returned to the inn, it was evening.
As the inn door opened, the deep red sunset stretching from the city walls poured into the building.
The bustling scene on the first floor of the inn greeted Ian's eyes. Now that the alarm had been lifted, it seemed they had immediately resumed their evening business.
To celebrate surviving the grueling war against the monsters, mercenaries were already starting their drinking sessions in the early evening.
The innkeeper spotted Ian and offered him a drink on the house, but Ian declined and headed up the stairs.
After climbing the stairs...
