Could it be that the coordinates are wrong?
Fresa wondered if Lycaon had arrived somewhere else, so she stepped out into the alley.
As soon as she emerged, bright sunlight and countless people greeted her.
It was a street far more splendid than the capital of the kingdom.
The scroll coordinates that Fresa asked Isaac to prepare were for the capital of the Kanther Empire, specifically the city of Jido.
This was to get ready for the auction at the Thorpe estate, which would take place in two weeks.
Fresa planned to dress in the most glamorous outfit possible—new clothes and jewelry—and appear before the Thorpe family.
In truth, she could have gone to the kingdom, but the loud announcement of her resurrection had drawn too much attention, which would be problematic.
Moreover, she was curious about where Lycaon had been living.
But from the start, things took a wrong turn.
“Could he have gone to the auction house by mistake?”
She had prepared a scroll near the auction house for convenience, but she worried she might have given Lycaon the wrong one.
Thinking of Isaac’s words that each scroll might have slightly different coordinates, she calmly continued her walk.
However, soon she felt overwhelmed trying to figure out how to find Lycaon among the crowd.
Fresa paused briefly among the passersby and then started checking mainly the alleys.
“Since I set the coordinates to an alley, it could be a different alley.”
She examined several alleys, but Lycaon was nowhere to be found.
Perhaps Lycaon was also moving around looking for Fresa.
“This is troublesome.”
Fresa rummaged through her leather bag and took out a map.
Fortunately, she had recorded the location exactly as per the scroll’s coordinates.
“So, this area is near the commercial district of Jido. There’s a dessert café on this side, and if I go that way, I’ll reach the imperial city… Should I head toward the imperial city? No, if Lycaon is the one I think he is, he wouldn’t have gone there.”
Since her original plan was to visit a boutique, and he was more likely to be there, she checked the street lined with boutiques and then folded her map away.
“This alley is the shortcut.”
If she crossed the alley right next to her, she’d reach the boutiques, but the atmosphere of the alley was quite gloomy.
Still, it was the best way to avoid crossing paths with Lycaon.
Taking a deep breath, Fresa quickly entered the alley.
It was darker and more damp than the others.
“Something always seems to happen in places like this…”
She pulled her hood further down to cover her face and looked down at the ground as she walked.
Halfway through the alley, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist sharply.
“Hey.”
It was a rough voice, like nails scraping on metal.
Fresa instinctively tried to shake off her arm, but the other person’s strength was too much.
She wanted to shout at what was happening, but making noise would only provoke him, so she kept silent.
“Can’t talk? If someone called you, you should answer!”
The man was furious and roughly pulled on Fresa’s hood.
“Smell of alcohol.”
There was a strong stench of alcohol and a terrible odor, as if he had rolled around in a cesspit for days.
“I shouldn’t hurt him.”
Fresa hesitated whether to draw the dagger she had hidden in her cloak’s sleeve.
While staying at the Thorpe estate, she had practiced dagger skills discreetly.
She believed that building her strength was necessary to withstand poison, even if she swallowed it.
So, in reality, this man was no real threat.
The problem was, if a Fresa from the kingdom caused trouble here, it would be problematic.
Moreover, she was more urgent to find Lycaon than to get into a fight.
“Are you ignoring me right now? Huh?”
Why was he spouting such a cheesy line like something out of a third-rate play?
Fresa clicked her tongue softly and looked at him quietly.
The man was surprisingly well-built, but he was heavily intoxicated and not in his right mind.
“If I press the handle of this dagger to his neck…”
Fresa made her decision, reaching into her cloak to draw her dagger. Just then, a flash of light made the man’s eyes roll white.
Suddenly, his body jerked and fell backward with a thud.
The man convulsed all over as if struck by lightning.
“Such an ordinary place, I’m ashamed.”
Lycaon appeared, expressionless, glancing briefly at the drunkard, then took out a handkerchief.
He gently wrapped and wiped Fresa’s wrist where an unfamiliar touch had been.
Fresa looked up at him with completely unfazed eyes.
“Lycaon, where did you arrive?”
“From the alley on the opposite side. That’s why you shouldn’t use scrolls made by amateurs. Are you hurt?”
Lycaon’s voice was several times calmer than usual.
Fresa thought he was angry.
“I’m sorry. I thought it was the same coordinates, but maybe it was a slightly off scroll.”
“…I’m not angry at you. I’m just annoyed that I couldn’t find you sooner and caused all this.”
Lycaon sighed lightly and completely wrapped her wrist with the handkerchief.
Anyway, I can’t take my eyes off her, even for a moment. It’s a clearly dangerous alley. What would I do if I entered here?”
“Still, if I go this way, the boutique will be right there. My goal was to meet Lycaon as quickly as possible.”
Fresa replied calmly, adjusting the handkerchief Lycaon had wrapped around her wrist.
She thought she might need to say she could take down a guy like him, but decided against it—he probably wouldn’t believe her anyway.
Instead, she quickly grabbed Lycaon’s arm and pulled him toward the boutique.
“Calm down. I’m fine. And I’m not the delicate noble girl you think I am. Let’s visit the boutique first, then go to the dessert café. I heard there’s a famous café here, and I’m curious.”
As Fresa kept chattering excitedly, Lycaon reluctantly followed her, walking behind her.
But his stiff, serious expression didn’t soften.
Fresa paused after a few steps and looked back at him.
“By the way, did that person die?”
Her gaze, which had been focused on Lycaon, shifted to the collapsed drunkard in the alley.
He was now foaming at the mouth and looked like he had been struck down by divine punishment.
Lycaon shook his head lightly, blocking her view.
“He probably isn’t dead. If someone’s lucky enough to find him and help, maybe.”
“…Hmm.”
This alley didn’t seem like a place where an ordinary person would pass through, so the chance of him dying was high.
But Fresa wasn’t the type to feel sympathy for such a person.
Relying solely on her size, she was no better than a beast that treated the weak recklessly.
She silently said as she resumed walking toward the boutique.
“Although it would be better if he’s not alive to prevent more victims, I think that’s the easiest path.”
She smiled brightly and completely exited the alley.
Lycaon followed, emerging from the shadows.
He had a blank expression, seemingly not understanding what she was saying.
Instead of explaining further, Fresa called the passing guards.
“There’s a suspicious person collapsed in the alley.”
As soon as the guards heard her words, they hurried into the alley.
“…It would have been better to just leave him.”
Lycaon muttered, his brow furrowing.
But Fresa smiled gently and looked at him.
“I put one of my jewels in that man’s pocket. It’s more than he deserves to threaten or threaten people in the alley. He’ll probably stay in prison for a while.”
No matter what that man said, the guards wouldn’t believe him.
He clearly wasn’t someone who had been bothering others in the alley for just a day or two, so they’d assume he had stolen the jewel from someone.
Lycaon’s face showed he understood what Fresa was implying immediately.
And he seemed about to say something, but Fresa was faster.
“Since we’ve taken care of that unpleasant matter, shall we go shopping in a good mood?”
Lycaon continued to stare at her with inscrutable eyes but eventually smiled faintly and nodded.
“That was the original goal, wasn’t it? Let’s go.”
“In fact, my real goal was to visit the most famous dessert café in the empire.”
Responding lightly, Fresa still held onto Lycaon’s fingertips and headed toward the boutique with its luxurious sign.
Before entering the boutique, she took off her cloak.
“I’m a bit nervous because it’s the first time I’m shopping for clothes with someone.”
“Most nobles call their dressmakers to their mansions.”
At the Thorpe estate, a renowned dressmaker often came and went.
All the other family members, except Fresa, wore clothes made by that tailor himself.
For Fresa, who had poor eyesight, the only clothes she knew were those haphazardly made by an old woman. Often, Amy would secretly ruin them, and Loren would have to sew new ones himself.
She briefly recalled her past, then quickly shook it off and spoke.
“If only Paro village weren’t so remote, I would have called a dressmaker. That’s a bit disappointing.”
“Trying clothes on or customizing at the boutique isn’t a bad idea. It’s quite famous here, after all.”
Lycaon gently clasped her hand and naturally pushed open the door to the boutique.
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