Slipping out of the inn in the small harbor town, Edgar walked to a pub alone.
This was a country where people would go to different places to drink according to one’s social position, but this was the closed pub that was located to the inn, built with the old-fashioned style where the entrance were divided.
Just beyond the small partition, he ordered for a beer as he listened to the bustle and clamor of the working-class.
On this side, the seats were filled up in a sparse manner but still relatively quiet.
For a while, he drank by himself, but then Ermine eventually appeared.
“Will it be all right if I join you?”
“Did you come to keep an eye on me?”
“Yes. If you become drunk and start flirting with women and Miss Carlton witnesses you taking one to an inn, then you wouldn’t be able to come up with a good lie.
“If it’s about what happened just a while ago, then I wasn’t lying.”
“I will let that one settle as that.”
Making a sour smile, Edgar let the beer flow down his throat.
It means that hearing it by rumor and seeing it yourself is completely different.
“Really, I feel completely disgusted with myself. Lydia said she feel adjusted with the human world. That gave me the feeling like she might leave to the fairy world at this rate because of my fault.”
*
“Are you a scholar?”
Oh no, this is just a pastime for me.”
“I hear you are gathering fairytale stories.”
“I was thinking of writing a book about folklore.”