After Carl arrived, Ayala and the others rented a small courtyard where each person had their own room, no longer crammed together as before. They even set aside a room specifically for receiving guests.
"Jacqueline!"
Seeing the figure pushing the door open, Carl couldn't help but show a look of surprise. "It's you?"
Jacqueline, the comrade he had met underneath Black City and a survivor of the Whisperers of the Wind, had also come to Freedom Port. This was normal; nine times out of ten, those who escaped Black City would come here.
"Mr. Karl!" Jacqueline, a tall and muscular woman with scars on her face, bowed in greeting. "We meet again."
"Indeed," Carl sighed. "You all managed to escape too?"
"Thanks to you." Jacqueline's voice held a survivor's relief and gratitude. "If it weren't for you leading the resistance and slaying the Knight Captain of the city guards, we would have perished along with Black City. You saved our lives!"
