I was running along Third Street, out of breath.
I stopped at a distance where the bakery was almost visible, put one hand against the wall, and began regulating my rough breathing.
Sweat was pouring out of my body and it felt gross, but this wasn't the time to complain about that.
While catching my breath, I observed the bakery in the distance and saw no customers entering the shop.
The time was around 2 PM, which was strange — at this hour there should be quite a few customers.
The bakery run by Rinaar's family is quite popular, famous enough that adventurers from Suzuya talk about it.
The proximity to First Street, the factory district, might also be helping.
That's exactly why it was strange that no customers were entering at this time.
Once my breathing had settled, I recalled Rinaar's words and entered the back alley.
…She said they would be sold, right?
If it's selling, they would probably choose kidnapping rather than assault.
