Renzille let out a sigh as she stared outside of the carriage's window, her lips pursed while her thoughts ran rampant.
After Lisa and Kreios took their seat on the table that Renzille asked to be meticulously prepared, she exchanged brief greetings with the woman before excusing herself.
Her plan was to visit the orphanage every single day this week and have the rabbit beastman look out for Cross once she has to go to the border.
That is the original plan, and she will stick with it.
However, there was this nagging sense of dread looming over her head.
What is this feeling? Renzille wondered, placing her palm on her chest as she frowned, glaring at the back of her hand.
Unfortunately, no matter how many times and how long she pondered about it, no exact word could describe the feeling she was having at the moment, and that irked her more than anything.
Fortunately though, the carriage came into halt and brought her out of her inner turmoil.
