Devon Carren
The next day after Lensa's defloration. Afternoon 3 PM.
"Where is that human brat, Ken Riverine?
Does he think he can do whatever he wants with our girls just because he has the backing of an earl?"
A loud voice boomed in the middle of the Lamb Arms Inn's lobby. The patrons saw a huge crowd of elves creating a fuss at the receptionist's desk.
"Sir, I can not allow you to barge into our inn without prior notice or reservation. If you want to meet with our guests, I can send someone to their rooms and arrange a meeting for you."
Thankfully, the receptionist was also an elf man who seemed to be in his 40s. So he tactfully handled the crowd while sounding polite. But he didn't have to walk on the thin line anymore. That was because a certain D-Ranker, who happened to be at the lobby, had come to talk to them after hearing a familiar name through the elves' mouth.
"Excuse me. Name's Marla. Why are you looking for Ken Riverine?"