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Milwa and Albe arrived at the capital before dawn.
However, the gates of the capital were closed and two armed soldiers were guarding the gates. Mirwa asked one of them to let her in, but he brusquely refused. He explained that there were several gates to the capital, including this one, but that none of them could be opened until six o'clock in the morning.
However, several men and women passed right by Milwa and the others who were pushing and shoving each other. They were talking to another soldier, and eventually a small service entrance by the gate was opened, through which they entered the capital.
"What! They are in there, aren't they!"
"I have a passport."
"Permit?
"A permit?" "Yes. With a permit we can pass through the gate. You don't have a permit, do you?
Mirwa had no choice but to be silent at the soldier's words.
He had no choice but to wait by the gate. Mirwa's legs were already like sticks, and she had a hard time sitting down.
Mirwa wanted to rest her body on the bed as soon as possible. It had been a long time since she had been this exhausted. He tried to recall when it had been since ...... but could not recall.
I was hungry. If possible, I would like to have a meal at the Hotel Krumphal, but I can't afford to be extravagant. I want to eat a lot of delicious food in a first-class hotel somewhere. .......
Thinking of such things, I look up at the sky. The sky is getting brighter and it will be sunrise soon. Soon this gate will be open.
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While I was thinking about this, I suddenly caught sight of Albe standing next to me. He is just lying on his face, not moving a muscle. At first glance, he seems to be sleeping.
A sickening feeling wells up in my heart. Mirwa involuntarily takes her gaze away from him.
Surely, she had told this man that she would spread poison in the capital. Is the poison ready? No, I did not see any sign of it. He must have started making the poison on his own orders. If he was making it on his own order, people around him would be suspicious of him. It would be a different story if he was making it in hiding somewhere. He must have made the poison on the spot when he was ordered to do so. If that is the case, he must be ordered to make the poison somewhere out of sight. I don't know if I have to think that far. .......
The frustration in Mirwa's heart is not subsiding, but rather, it is getting stronger and stronger. If it weren't for the gatekeeper, she would have beaten this man up.
Just then, a sound like a rumbling of the earth rang out. I looked and saw the gate slowly opening. Milwa sighs heavily and finally manages to enter the capital.
He immediately looks for a hotel. Naturally, it was the best hotel in the capital. It was soon found, but it was quite far away from Milwa's location. As expected, she did not have the strength to walk there. Suddenly, she saw a stop for a horse-drawn carriage. Milwa headed there silently.
The carriages had not arrived yet, but there was already a line at the stop. She gets in line behind them. Soon the carriage arrived. People are sucked into it and get on.
"......"
There was no seat for Mirwa. All the seats were occupied. She stood there in a daze. But one by one, people get on the train. She is pushed out to the back of the carriage, as if she were being pushed out.
The carriage started to move with no place to stand. It was suffocating. People she did not know were approaching so close that she felt sick with their breath on her head. Within seconds after the carriage started moving, Mirwa felt sick. If she wanted to, she could have used the spirit of air to blow everyone here away, but she knew that would have caused a commotion. She endured the pain desperately.
Albe, on the other hand, stood there with a cool face despite the crowded car. Mirwa's fuse of anger was about to explode, but she was trying hard to hold it in. The man had become a nuisance to Mirwa, no matter what he did.
In about ten minutes the carriage arrived in front of the hotel. When they finally got off the coach, they saw a magnificent building in front of them. There was no doubt that the quality of service would be high here. Mirwa walked towards the entrance without paying any attention to Albe.
The lobby was old, but had an air of tradition and elegance. Despite the atmosphere, Mirwa spoke rapidly to the hotel staff, as if she were about to eat them.
I want a room. A large, clean room. A room with a bathroom. I'll pay whatever you want. But first, you need to eat. You'll have food right away."
Despite the suddenness of the situation, the hotel staff does not show any signs of agitation, and responds politely and smilingly. The reception desk closes quickly and in the blink of an eye. At that moment, Mirwa, as if she had just remembered something, again approached the staff.
I'm not the only one who uses the room.
"...... Yes, sir. I thought you were with someone else.
"...... yeah."
"Yes, sir."
The staff man then said, "Well, then," and tried to show Milwa to her room. Albe, who was left alone in the room, was being talked to by another staff member and was whispering in a low voice. Milwa opened her mouth to him in a high-handed manner.
"Have you found a room? Not yet? You're as stupid as ever. As soon as you find a room, come to my room. Come before you leave your luggage.
The hotel staff smiled coldly, but eventually turned to Mirwa and asked her to leave, saying they would show her the way.
She was taken to her room, and after the staff left, Mirwa lay down on her bed. She was hungry and sleepy at the same time. She wanted to go straight to sleep, but the hunger that was pressing down from the bottom of her stomach made it unlikely that she would be able to do so. While he was tossing and turning in bed, there was a knock at the door of his room. Thinking that Albe had finally come, I got off the bed and opened the door, dragging my tired body. There were two maids waiting for me, and they bowed reverently, saying that they had brought me my meal.
They enter the room and quickly place the dishes on the table. They prepared a beef stew named "Agartha". The maid explained that the name "Agartha" came from the fact that Linos, the king of Agartha, used to come here many times to enjoy this dish when he stayed in the capital. Milwa listened to this with a blank expression on her face.
After the maids had left, she took a piece of bread in her hand and put the dishes into her mouth one after another. It was indeed a delicious beef stew. I could eat as much as I wanted. Just then, there was a banging on the door. It was obviously Albe.
Not wanting her meal to be disturbed, she sits down and opens her mouth to the door loudly.
Tomorrow morning. Make sure you have it ready by then. When you have finished breakfast, come to this room.
There was no reply. Mirwa only heard the footprints slowly moving away from her. She started to eat again. .......