Eating Steamed Shellfish

Yerin seemed convinced that they were the culprits who had tampered with the trap.

“Rils. No matter how I look at it, they’re suspicious.”

“What is?”

“Why would they check a trap someone else made? They obviously wanted to steal anything that got caught in it.”

“Ms. Yerin. You shouldn’t go around suspecting people without proof.”

“R-Rils! Whose side are you on?!”

I had more or less the same opinion as Yerin. After all, there was nothing normal about checking a trap when you already knew where it was.

But without any physical evidence, we had no choice but to let it go for now, and continuing to suspect them would only put me in a bad mood.

More importantly, why was Yerin being so sharp?

If there was one thing I had realized from living with Yerin until now, it was that she was basically the type of person who belonged among the good people...