…A strange ceiling.
Anne slowly opened her eyes in the bed.
She was Anne, one of Tanya's friends who had been rescued from the Gnoll territory.
Anne sat up, feeling incredibly awkward due to the unfamiliar sleeping arrangements.
As a mercenary, sleeping in uncomfortable places was nothing new.
But the place where Anne opened her eyes now was uncomfortable in a different sense.
A soft bed. A spacious room.
It was a room so good it couldn't even be compared to the inns she had stayed at in Orsia.
If she were to stay in a luxury inn like this, she couldn't even begin to guess how much it would cost per day, having never even stepped foot in one before.
"Ah…. Right."
Anne remembered that yesterday, Ian, the leader of the mercenary group Tanya belonged to, had offered to provide them with a place to sleep for the night.
At that time, Anne had just expected him to get them a room in a common inn.
…But to think it would be a place like this.
