Epilogue 3
One, two…five, six—Even though he’d quit smoking a long time ago, he put a cigarette in his mouth.
Owen Shubach was trying his best to cool down his anger, looking back at the front of the inn. Eventually, he put out the seventh and last cigarette and got up.
No matter how he thought about it, this was ridiculous. There was no need to ask Rexid what he was thinking.
Go up right now, threaten Ash to figure out Rosica’s location, and leave—that was his plan. Rosica had to be waiting for Rexid without even realizing what was going on. They should have gotten her and taken her back to the imperial palace by now.
“The last woman to come in here, which room did she go to?” Owen immediately entered the inn and asked the owner, who was sitting behind the first-floor counter.
The friendly-looking middle-aged man flinched as he looked at Owen’s cold expression.
He squinted his eyes to think and told him, “Oh, you mean the woman who entered with the man?”
