Margrave Ricca Barren agreed to take Kyle and Silvy back to her estate now that she had formally hired them.
After giving them a graceful nod, she excused herself, saying she would return within the hour to fetch them.
Kyle gave a quiet nod in return and watched her leave the inn, her steps refined and dignified—even if she still seemed a little unsteady, as though her body hadn't yet caught up to her regained freedom.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Kyle casually signaled the innkeeper and footed the bill for her breakfast without a second thought.
'Well, let's hope that this investment pays off. I have a feeling that the Margrave will be a lot more useful to me than I expect her to be.'
Silvy, however, was not so quick to let it slide. She grabbed Kyle's arm and leaned in, whispering with narrowed eyes.
"You don't actually believe her, right? That she's the Margrave? She's way too suspicious."
Kyle smiled lightly and shook his head.
