"Yes, you said so yourself—you're not angry."
Eoryun felt like he'd just been struck. He hadn't expected karma to come so swiftly. Why had he spoken with such calm magnanimity? He should've just admitted he'd be mad. Now he didn't even know if he should be angry or not. If he got angry, it would contradict what he'd just said. But if he didn't, he'd feel heartbroken.
He was completely torn.
Life was really hard.
Eoryun just wanted to escape from this heartbreaking place.
After hastily thanking the innkeeper, he immediately turned around and left, his hurried steps resembling someone fleeing from a pursuer.
Once the figure disappeared from view, the innkeeper pushed up his glasses again with a dismissive sneer and muttered, "Still young, as expected."
After escaping from that suffocating place, Eoryun gradually calmed down. He began to ponder why his friends had left ahead of schedule.
