"Lawrend, are you okay?" Amene asked as she entered the public restroom.
"Y-Yeah. Anyways, let's go to the reception."
"Okay." Amene nodded her head a little confused at him.
They exited the public restroom and Lawrend headed downstairs. He can't wait for the inn staff anymore.
The inn staff noticed Lawrend and walked towards him.
"Customer, the records say that they left the inn a week ago," the inn staff said to Lawrend.
"Phew. That's a relief. I got worried for nothing."
"Where are they now?" Lawrend asked.
"We don't keep such records," the inn staff replied.
"How about your Manager? Can I meet her?"
"You can. Follow me." The inn staff nodded his head and led the way.
"What's happening, Master?" Grape couldn't help but ask him.
"Apparently, they moved out. I wonder why," Lawrend answered her.
"I see." Grape nodded her head in understanding.
They walked through a short hallway and stopped in front of a door.
"Manager Bread, customers are looking for you," the inn staff said to the door.
"Let them in," a calm female voice replied.
"Huh?"
Lawrend was confused. 'Manager Bread'? Just the voice alone was telling Lawrend that Nimela isn't the manager anymore.
The inn staff opened the door and Lawrend saw a well-figured lady sitting on the table behind the desk. There was bread on a plate beside her.
"What's the problem, customer? Were my staff rude or anything?" she asked Lawrend.
"Ah, no. I thought the manager was Nimela?" Lawrend asked her in confusion.
"Oh, you know the previous manager?"
She looked at him in surprise.
"I do."
"What help do you need? Since you know the previous manager, I will gladly listen to your request," she said to him confidently.
"Do you know where Aleshia went?" Lawrend asked her.
"Aleshia? Who's that?" she asked him in confusion.
"How about Nimela? Where is she?"
Lawrend could only ask about Nimela since she doesn't seem to know about Aleshia.
"I heard she's living in with her newfound Big Sister," she replied.
"That's it! Where is that?" Lawrend asked her in excitement.
"I don't know. I'm from the Grey Clan so I don't know much about her affairs. After all, she left a day before I can take over the inn," she answered.
"Huh… Thank you for answering my questions. Also, what's with the weird title?" Lawrend couldn't help but ask her.
He couldn't understand why she was called 'Manager Bread'.
"That's because I like eating bread! It wasn't as weird as Nimela's title though," she replied to him with a smile on her face.
"What was she called?" Lawrend asked in curiosity.
"Lolikoli," she replied.
"Puf. That's a weird one."
Lawrend almost burst out laughing hearing her words.
"Do you know who I can ask about Nimela?"
"Her grandfather? Though, I don't recommend it as the Patriarch is very busy," she said to him.
"Thanks again. What's your name?"
Lawrend didn't know her name, and he got curious.
"Lovely Grey," she replied.
"Nice name. Okay. I will go now," Lawrend complimented her before he bid his farewell.
Lawrend brought Amene and Grae with him outside of the Phoenix-Dragon Inn.
"What now, Master?" Amene asked him.
"We're going to the Grey clan," Lawrend said to her.
"Hey, is your name Lawrend?"
Suddenly, someone called out to Lawrend.
"Hm? Who are you?" Lawrend turned around and asked him.
"Master Lawrend, my name is Uriel. The chief advisor of the mistresses."
An old man bowed towards Lawrend respectfully. A little too respectful, even.
"Eh? Mistresses? What are you talking about?" Lawrend asked him in confusion.
He couldn't help but think that this old man got the wrong person.
"No, no, no. I have seen your glorious face before, Master Lawrend. Please follow me. The mistresses had been waiting for your arrival," Uriel said to Lawrend.
"First tell me, who are these mistresses you are talking about? How can I know you are not just some scammer trying to trick me for some easy money," Lawrend said to the old man strictly.
"Mistress Aleshia sent me here to wait for your return," Uriel replied.
"Aleshia, you say!?" Lawrend exclaimed in shock.
He didn't expect someone to come to him. He had half expected to take a day to find them.
"Yes, please, follow me."
Uriel bowed to Lawrend respectfully.
"Alright." Lawrend nodded his head and followed him. He was still skeptical, but at least, it was less likely that he was being scammed again.
Uriel led Lawrend towards a luxurious-looking carriage.
"Is that a Royal Carriage? Just my guess," Lawrend said to him.
"As expected of Master Lawrend, you do have an eye for things. That's correct. This is one of the Royal Carriages of the Undrasil Royal Family," Uriel explained to Lawrend.
"What? Why am I gonna ride that thing?" Lawrend asked him in confusion.
"Because it is just," Uriel said to Lawrend before he sat on the front of the carriage.
The steed had a beautiful thick white coat. It was accentuated by the golden-white design of the carriage.
Lawrend entered the carriage still confused. There was a red seat and when he sat on it, it felt super soft.
"Woah. This is just a carriage?" Lawrend murmured in shock.
"Master, you are this rich?" Amene asked Lawrend in awe. This was the first time she was seeing something like this.
Even Grape who had seen her fair share of luxuries had her mouth opened in a wide gape.
The two of them sat beside Lawrend in the carriage.
"Hiyah!" Uriel shouted as he whipped the horse.
Slowly, the carriage moved forward. They left the front of the Phoenix-Dragon Inn and headed somewhere Lawrend hadn't been to before in the city.
It took less than 10 minutes and the carriage stopped.
"We are here, Master Lawrend," Uriel said from outside before he opened the door for Lawrend.
'He's even opening the door of the carriage for me.. Is this what being a Royal feels like?' Lawrend couldn't help but wonder.