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I was speechless.

Roland poured out the door, while Carina was still stunned to know how to answer.

“If we do it, Carina’s going to get in trouble, isn’t she? It’s going to be hard to feed us...”

Carina cursed Ser Lenke quietly inside, biting her lips.

He emphasized how hard it was to teach and feed two children to the point where Roland and Melissa's ears were bleeding.

How long will it take for the scar to heal?

Carina dared not answer the question.

“It’ll be hard.”

“....”

“But without you, it’ll be a lot harder.”

“Jeong, really?”

Carina nodded.

It was not a big mistake.

Of course, if you leave your children in an orphanage and live alone, your body will be less difficult.

Carina can only make enough money to save herself.

Maybe we could get married.

Indeed, Carina could live the life of the ordinary village girl who had dreamed of it.

But would it be good to live like that?

"You're not going to get it right for your worries."

Carina suddenly realized that she was talking purely about the comfort of the children.

Roland was not a hemp. He had forgotten the problem of the destruction of the world.

'Yes, there's that problem, but...'

Carina shook her head slightly.

If it were the old Carina, she would have spent days and days thinking about it and then blew her chance to escape.

But now she knew.

There has been an abuse that ordinary Saram can not imagine until the heroine in the novel, the hemp, Roland.

No child should be allowed to receive such a school.

'Roland is only eight years old.'

Is it necessary for her to put the burden of saving the world to a boy who is only that age already?

It was not the burden of the world's salvation on Carina, but it was also to Roland now.

“Carina ... are you worried about us?”

“Yes, why, don’t you believe it?”

“Yes...”

Roland spoke frankly and then closed his mouth to the bar. Carina laughed.

“I swear.”

“Well ... I like it. Carina’s going to be her mother. I think it’s too good.”

"Melisa?"

Melissa did not answer with the same excitement as Roland.

He just stared up at her, then his lips flickered.

 mother

“Well, Melissa.”

Instead of saying more, Melissa held her up to Warak Carina, as did Roland.

Carina was alive in the warmth of the children.

Whatever happens, I will protect these children.

****

The week-long trip was tough, but it wasn't too raw.

Both the groom and the merchants were kind to a young widow who had taken on two of her husband's children.

Every day I stayed in the village I was going to pay for the room, and I was going to take it separately.

But Carina did not know their pure honor.

Carina and the children were worried about Lord Lenke’s pursuit, but the doorkeeper had kept his promise.

I haven’t seen a hair of Lord Lenke in years.

So they arrived at Thors. As they got out of the carriage, the warm spring of the South Boo brushed their skins.

Obviously, when they just ran away, it was early spring when the flowers did not burst properly, but the scent of flowers vibrated everywhere and the green leaves shook.

The children also looked around once in a few seconds, when the southern part of the country was strange.

Carina was no exception.

Thors was a star, compared to the small country town where Carina fled.

There were countless people, carriages, horses, and horses, and the bigger things than the biggest trees in the forest were rising here and there.

And what about the smell!

There were delicious food smells everywhere.

What was more surprising was that people had not smelled of lunch boxes or home, but the sound smell of the stool on the seat.

Carina was sober with the children that she watched around.

I can do it anytime later, but I had a lot to do right now.

‘I’ll have to find the inn for the time being.’

Carina talked to the drivers and was able to grasp the approximate picture of the price of the tors.

Tors was a city where you could eat a meal with a single quibrine if you had enough to eat.

However, the labor cost was high, so restaurants and clothing stores were expensive.

'The inn said it would be about 10 kiblins a day.'

Carina headed for the street where the cheap inns the grooms told her about gathered.

There were many inns that were competing with each other, and they wrote down the outside.

She posted the information the grooms had told her.

It was their idea that it was better to avoid overly cheap inns, and the price of Bondi was high, but it was good to have inns that cut costs when staying in the room.

Finally, Carina stopped in front of an inn.

There was a large inn with a large poster on the wall.

[10 kibrin a day, I'll cut you for long-term stays; welcome to group guests]

Carina went carefully into the inn.

There are few people who are still in the lobby because it is not yet summer when holidaymakers and merchants gather in Tors.

Carina went to the counter, her hands clutched.

The counter was looking at a young employee whose age difference was not so much with Carina, and he was tightening his work to see if it was boring.

‘That’s probably the case for a long stay right away.’

Even if Carina lost a little money, she would stay for a few days and open her mouth to stay for a long time if the room was okay.

“Do you have a three-bedroom?”

The grooms advised that if you want to save money, you should put the two children in one bed.

But Carina wanted to stay in a better environment if the money did not differ significantly.

"Not without... wait."

The clerk scanned Carina and the two children and disappeared into the room behind the counter.

Carina waited for the job, patting the children who seemed frightened because of the unfamiliar environment.

A minute later.

The owner of the inn, half-headed, grunted out.

“There’s no three-bedroom, if you want to make it easier for your kids, it’s a little expensive, but you’d better use the family room...”

The owner of the inn, who saw Carina and the children, broke off and broke off. The burrows quickly turned red, and then it was hot.

...?

Carina looked back, puzzled, as if something had made the innkeeper angry, but it had happened behind her back.

But when I looked back, I could only see a few onlookers sitting on the sofa in the lobby, looking at them curiously.

The owner of the inn came out of the counter and came to Nina and Carina.

Carina, surprised, had to backtrack with her children’s hands tightly held.

“No room!”

“No?”

Carina said, embarrassed, “I’m sure you didn’t do it in the family room until a while ago.

The owner of the inn continued to push Carina back, without explanation or excuse.

“No? The young lady is so talkative. Go back now.”

Carina could hear the owner shouting at the staff just before the front door of the inn slammed in front of her bar.

"Where do you put a woman here who doesn't even know where she's been rolling!"

Carina stared up at the silver door, which was no longer ten.

Why...?

His identity was unclear, but that didn’t mean he was being kicked out of the inn.

People who are high-ranking and rich can not come to such cheap inn streets anyway.

Including the inn that had just kicked out Carina, the inns on this street would be the main customers who were no different from the two Carinas or who were in a better position.

But to think more deeply of the reason, Carina was too tired and embarrassed.

The children would be like themselves.

'How surprised was it?'

I thought of it, and I wanted to comfort the children first, and Carina patted the hardened back of the two children.

“It’s all right, we can look for another inn. It’s all over the inn, isn’t it?”

Roland pulled her skirts down with a grim face.

Then, from the boy’s mouth, a word that Carina dared not imagine came out.

“It’s about us.”

“...?”

Carina stared at Roland, suspicious of his ears.

I wanted to answer, but Merry turned white and nothing came to mind.

He thought she hadn’t heard him, and he repeated it slowly.

“Because of us.”