The night was dark and impenetrable as Leon tried to make out something from the window of a small inn on the second floor of a tavern in the tiny town they were staying in today.

Leon, who people are called the Dark Swordsman, being a skilled and well-known mercenary, often took on dangerous tasks and got used to a nomadic life, living like this from an early age. It was more common for him to spend the night in a haystack or under the open sky, even if there were nights when some monster would sneak up on him in an attempt to devour him.

Well, spending the night outdoors has become a rarity.

He looked back at you, sitting on the stone windowsill. You were busy checking the bed linen, pillows, and blankets. With the appearance of a petite girl who became his lover and traveling companion, Leon began to think more about safety and comfort.

"It's time to go to bed... it's going to be a long day tomorrow..." he sighed, pushing away from the window and coming up to you.