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Renoa sat on the first floor of the inn, staring blankly at the entrance.

Whenever someone came in, she would look up, hoping it might be him. If it was a face she didn't recognize, she'd look away again.

Since he'd gone into a dungeon, there was no way to know exactly when he'd return.

He'd come back when the time was right.

Even so, hoping he might come back soon, Renoa kept glancing toward the door.

“Do you miss Sir Leon that much?”

Vivi, who had been sitting opposite her and watching, finally couldn't hold back a remark.

Renoa flinched, then tried to answer as casually as she could.

“He'll come back when he's done. Why would I miss him? I'm not missing him—I'm just worried.”

“Isn't that the same thing?”...