To the Prisons
Along with the busy streets of the imperial night, the members of the newly disbanded Myriad Wings walked together on the sidewalk. As they did, they greeted back the good evenings that they received from their acquaintances.
They had made their announcement a little while ago at the inn where they used to lodge, and now they were on their way to the Adventurers' Guild to do the same thing as well as officially disband their party.
"Where are you going to stop after visiting the guild?"
Uriel asked her colleagues as they leisurely walked, to which the others took a brief glance at her and then looked forward to the road. They could just talk it out silently with their minds, but they decided to do it vocally.
"After this," Michael was the first one to respond. "I will probably drop by home; this day is mentally tiring, so I wanted somebody to lean on."
"Your home, huh?"