Spoiler: RR version

They Finally Meet

Leaning another silky whole dress designed with jewelry to her body, Criselia gazes at the female attendant. “How much is this?”

"Two k Ma'am."

Criselia shows some coins; nine golds and twelve silvers. “How much is this?”

Closing her eyes, the attendant bitterly smiles. “One k and two units, ma'am.”

“Can I just take this?”

“Oh, you want some slap in the face?”

Carrying his violin, a bard man from the band of entertainers notices Criselia and a female attendant loudly having an argument. Out of the boutique, he drags Criselia, who agrees his motive. The bard man slides his bow onto the violin's strings as his fingers dance in the strings. As an elegy plays, Criselia's body interprets the music. People passing by are in tears, as the mournful melody tinkles their skin, along by this beauty who can balance her body in the air using the tips of her boots. Some people leave coins in the ground. And when the show has ended, Criselia and the bard man receive rewards more than what they've needed.

On her office, Kilie, busy as always, hears someone's knocking on the door. “Come in.”

Creaking from the door being open, on the outside, Ajim bows. “Good day ma, ma'am. I'm, I'm a messenger from the entertainment. I have a bill signed by Jaino.”

Shocked— “That idiot, again!”

Murmur and friendly chattering from the busy customers partying, resting, etc., are all over inside the tavern.

Along with the giant blade covered by bondage leaning on the table; sitting in a chair, Jesifer slides her elbow above the table and supports her palm on her forehead. Her other arm stretches as her finger points to a lady wearing apron clothe. “Miss,” she has called. “Bring me four mega mugs.” Almost of the customers gaze back at her.

That female crew's eyes blink few times as she stares at the female customer near the giant blade. She bows and walks to the counter.

A nearby group of soldiers whispering each other simultaneously laugh.

Ignoring the no commonsense commoners, unable to get angry, Jesifer's mind, drowned by her current problems, fills empty. Inside her chest are coldly bleeding, tearing her emotion apart. She only realizes, the two females wearing same-designed aprons place four six inches high mugs in the table and go away to accommodate other customers. She stares at one of the mugs overflowing with bubbles and she grabs the handgrip. The odor of strong cold stink fermented juice of root reaches her nostril. Still not enough to relieve her pain, she exhales. Some of the curious customers watch while she pours the content above her head. The cold brew soaks her hair and cuddles on her skull and flows down to her neck and wets her dress. Her head feels relieved, but her worries along with the pain inside her chest won't palliate. People watching are astounded. Some murmurs to their colleagues and others commentary laugh. Jesifer smiles— well, who cares —as she puts the mug and grabs another mug.

A loud voice gives warned— “Are you a psycho!” —from a fatty woman, wearing apron. Jesifer puts down the mug and gazes at the woman who continues, “Young lady, this is a tavern not your bathroom, please show delicacy!”

One of the soldiers, who has stood, walks near, “Ma'am, I'll pay for her consequences double.” And he reaches six gold coins.

Receiving the coins, that fatty woman walks back to the bar counter, “Fine! Don't cause unnecessary troubles, okay?”

Jaino, who has entered the tavern, sees Jesifer who has noticed him. They stare at each other. Jesifer gazes down. The soldier nearby leans his elbows above the tables and he says, “How about, we talk this on private.”

Worried as he is, Jaino walks fast. As he reaches the talking soldier, he grabs the soldier's hair and the soldier struggles. “What are you doing Renze?” Jaino has said to the soldier.

“Ah sir, it's you. Lo— ah sire! Long time no see!” The soldier's companions cheer their mugs, while they yell Jaino's name.

Jaino raises his hand, ordering those soldiers to silence. He speaks to Jesifer, “Forgive my friends about their unlikeness.” His eyes wander to every part of her body that he's able to see.

Jesifer smiles. She raises the mug. “He didn't do anything.” Pouring the brew again on her head, the cold becomes an ecstasy on her body.

Jaino gazes at the fat woman in the counter. “Do you have a vacant room?”

“This is not a motel!” has replied by the fat woman. “Go around the kingdom and find one.”

“Madam, I'll pay double, give him a room,” has ordered by Renze, as Jaino frees his hair.

The loud voice calls, “Tissa, lead them to your room.”

Smiling, angry, the lady wearing an apron nods her head.

Jaino holds Jesifer's wrist. He feels her burning skin. “Something is protruding in your lower arm under your coat, what's happened?”

Jesifer gazes down. “Non of your business. Hey! This is—hmmp.” Her resistance she surrenders as Jaino carries her behind. She smiles. She feels the warmth of her feelings that her body recalls, she likes it. She embraces Jaino while the lady wearing an apron leads the way.

“Sire, we're cheering for you!” has yelled by Renze, followed by the cheers of his companions. “Enjoy your conversation!” He turns curious about the giant blade and grabs it, but no matter how he tries, he can neither move it nor fall when he has pulled the table.

Customs of culture neglected

Teach them how, why; not to do so

Do sarcastic commentary

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