A talk ?

Greta was shaken by all the things that happened there. Was she supposed to be happy, or should she feel fearful? She did not know the answer clearly.

"Young man."

But the moment he appeared at the door, she knew she was in safe hands.

"It's better for you to control that bloodthirst. You're suffocating everyone here, not just those fools."

The fact that he was here meant things would be more stable from now on. After all, even Radgar or his group would not be able to do anything in his presence, and she hoped the same would hold true for the young man.

Since he was one of the people she liked and respected a lot.

"Greta, give me a beer."

Greta nodded as he made his request, the tension that had gripped her beginning to ease. She turned to fetch the beer for the old man, but as she reached for a mug, she suddenly remembered the meal she still needed to prepare for the newcomer.

'What do I do?'