Episode 15
“Paper and pen.”
“…Sorry?”
“I said, paper and pen.”
“Oh, right!”
Mark hurriedly grabbed a pad and pen from beside the counter and handed them over to Seres.
Taking them, Seres briskly scribbled something down before striding over to the mercenary lying unconscious on the floor.
Smack!
She slapped the sheet onto his forehead as if pasting it there with force.
What the hell’s that?
What’s written on it?
Uh…?
The mercenaries nearby leaned in, trying to get a look. The moment they caught sight of the words, however, they recoiled in unison, stepping back as if the floor were hot coals.
And then, one by one, they quietly set aside the weapons they had been gripping so tightly just moments ago.
From this day forward, anyone who causes trouble in this tavern will be banned for one week.
Those who stand by and join in without stopping the fight will be banned for the same period.
It was a remarkably swift collective surrender.
“Ahem.”
Even the mercenary who had been crossing blades with the unconscious man cleared his throat, lowered his weapon with studied casualness, and shuffled back toward the tables.
He picked up the half-finished stew bowl he’d left behind and nonchalantly relocated to another seat—acting as though he’d never had anything to do with the poor fellow lying on the floor.
Oh, come on. Not you too.
Have you no shame? …Right, of course not. Damn bastard.
Look at him hiding his sword! Somebody shove it back in his hand where it belongs!
The surrounding mercenaries glared daggers at him.
But soon enough their gazes began to shift again—this time, back to Seres.
Wait…
Who is she?
The question seemed to ripple through the room.
Sensing it, Mark finally stepped forward. He cast a cautious glance at Seres before speaking up.
“This lady… she’s the owner of the tavern.”
