Viretta, who had been moving around among the people and handing out drinks diligently, became drunk and fell asleep.

In the quiet of the night, when everyone else was sprawled out and sleeping, Viretta stirred awake from the touch of a hand.

Relying on the moonlight, her vision was faintly blurry when Ranken suddenly appeared.

"Are you awake? Look at me."

"Ugh... just 10 more minutes..."

"Don't be lazy. Get up and follow me."

Ranken poked Viretta with the tip of his foot.

It wasn’t painful, but the constant jabbing was annoying. Viretta flailed her arms a bit and then got up from her spot.@@novelbin@@

The surroundings were quiet. Well, aside from the sounds of snoring and sleep-talking, which were quite loud. There were no clear voices of those who were awake.

In the stillness of the night, Ranken led the half-asleep Viretta further into the village. Viretta yawned while following him, still in a daze.

"I'm so sleepy... How far are we going? Should I just go back to sleep in my bed?"

"You've slept enough. Let’s run away."

Entering a secluded alley, Ranken tossed a small bag of belongings at Viretta's feet.

It was the bag she had packed when she first left home.

Seeing the familiar bag she had always used whenever she left the house, the last remnants of the alcohol and sleepiness quickly vanished.

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