An unexpected guest arrived at the Ian Mercenary Group's lodging early in the morning.
The guest burst through the door without an appointment or permission, but no one could point that out or kick them out.
'Yo, hello!'
'Ah... hello.'
It was Frey, the A-rank mercenary.
Entering inside, Frey sat on the lounge sofa as comfortably as if it were her own home.
Coincidentally, everyone happened to be gathered in the lounge at that time.
Among them, Frey waved at Airi, who was hiding in the corner trying her best not to be noticed.
'Oh, Airi. Everywhere I go lately, all I hear are rumors about you.'
'Why...'
Airi muttered, exuding a gloomy atmosphere like a dark mage.
Fortunately, if one could call it that, Airi's face was not yet well-known.
Although she had attended the party, most of the participants were upper-class people who had no reason to encounter Airi in their daily lives.
