Chapter 54: Feeding My Dog And My Samurai

As we approach the inn where Ayame and I have been staying, the familiar sights and sounds of the bustling town come into view. The inn, a modest yet cozy building, stands at the end of a cobblestone street. Its ordinary sight brings us a sense of mundaneness that we desperately needed after the brutal events of the day.

We enter the inn, and the warm, inviting atmosphere immediately envelops us. The common room is filled with the smell of hearty stew and fresh bread, and a fire crackles merrily in the hearth. The innkeeper's wife, a kind woman named Martha, looks up from behind the bar and smiles as we walk in.

"Welcome back," she says cheerfully. "I see you've brought a new friend."

"Indeed." It would be customary to introduce her, but since I'm planning to kill her owner and make her mine without paying the taxes owed to the king, I don't think leaving such a trail behind would be a smart choice.