The daisy that comes after winter

It was already midnight when we arrived at the area where the Phantom Thief's heists spread. We sought out lodging from a humble-looking inn with rose-painted walls and polished wooden carved furniture.

"Do you have any private rooms available?" Erion asked the stout landlady standing behind the bar. She had dangling golde accessories and wore a red handkerchief as a headband that kept her thick black hair in place.

"The private rooms are on the second floor. I can give them all to you if you want." She said in a joking manner as she cracked out a laugh. "Nobody's comes by here anymore 'cause of that wretched thief."

The black-haired prince wearily placed a fat pouch of gold coins in front of her. The landlady's dark-shadowed eyes widened with aghast, fatty jaw almost falling to the floor, at the sight of the huge money that lay on the table.

"This should be enough for two weeks, right?" Exhaustion was clear in Erion's voice.