Chapter 406: Chapter 406 – The Places Surrounding the Town!

The night atmosphere within the inn’s ground floor carried a steady warmth, the soft glow of hanging lanterns illuminating the wooden beams overhead as the quiet murmur of conversation filled the air. A few travelers sat scattered across the modest dining space, their voices blending with the faint clinking of utensils and the occasional crackle from the small hearth resting near the far wall.

Luca and Seraphina approached the counter together, maintaining the same carefully crafted demeanor they had displayed throughout the day. Seraphina’s hand rested lightly around Luca’s arm, her posture relaxed, her presence deliberately noticeable in a way that suggested careless confidence rather than caution.

The old innkeeper stood behind the counter once more, polishing a wooden cup absentmindedly before glancing up at their approach.

Luca allowed a casual smile to form as he leaned slightly against the counter, appearing as though he had come forward on nothing more than a spontaneous whim.

“Say,” Luca began in a relaxed tone, maintaining the easygoing charm expected of a traveler unconcerned with deeper matters, “are there any places worth visiting around the village?”

The innkeeper blinked once, clearly not expecting the question.

“Places…?” the old man repeated slowly, scratching lightly at his beard as though attempting to recall something.

“Landmarks perhaps,” Luca continued casually, maintaining the appearance of simple curiosity. “Or something travelers might enjoy seeing nearby.”

The innkeeper hesitated, his brows furrowing as though struggling to recall anything particularly noteworthy.

For a moment, it seemed as though the conversation might simply end with a vague answer.

Then—

Seraphina leaned slightly closer to the counter, her posture shifting subtly as she rested one hand lightly against the wooden surface, her expression carrying a faint hint of playful interest.

Her presence alone seemed to disrupt the old man’s concentration entirely.

“Well…” the innkeeper said slowly, his voice drifting slightly as his attention lingered far longer than necessary, “there are… a few places…”

His tone shifted noticeably, his earlier hesitation dissolving as though inspiration had suddenly struck him.

“To the north of the village,” he continued, his gaze still distracted, “there is an old shrine… no one really visits it much these days, but some travelers say the carvings there are quite ancient.”

He paused briefly before continuing.

“And… to the west… there is a small lake surrounded by dense trees. People say the water is unusually clear… reflects the sky beautifully during sunrise.”

His eyes flickered again, momentarily losing focus before returning to the thought.

“There is also… an abandoned watchtower along the eastern ridge. It was once used to monitor trade routes long ago… now it simply stands empty.”

He rubbed his chin lightly as though searching for more ideas.

“Oh… and beyond the southern hills, there are old ruins… barely standing now, but some visitors find them interesting.”

His explanation continued slightly longer than necessary, his gaze drifting more than once as though his thoughts had difficulty remaining anchored.

Seraphina gave a faint smile, her expression carrying just enough warmth to maintain the illusion without drawing excessive attention.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her tone appreciative yet casual.

She turned lightly toward Luca, her fingers curling gently around his arm once more.

“Well then,” she said playfully, her voice carrying the same light teasing tone they had maintained throughout the day, “let’s go, honey.”

“We should visit these places tomorrow.”

Luca nodded naturally, allowing a faint smile to remain as they stepped away from the counter without further delay.

Their pace remained unhurried as they ascended the staircase once more, their footsteps echoing softly against the worn wooden steps.

Only once they reached the top floor and entered their room did the carefully maintained act begin to fade once again.

The door closed quietly behind them.

And with it…

The performance paused.

The quiet click of the door closing behind them marked the end of another carefully maintained performance. The room, once again secured, felt calmer than the lively tension of the inn’s lower floor, allowing both Luca and Seraphina to return fully to the focus of their mission.

Luca moved toward the small table, his fingers lightly resting against its wooden surface as he considered the information they had just obtained.

“Do you think we will actually find something in those places?” he asked thoughtfully, his voice calm yet tinged with quiet uncertainty.

Seraphina removed the outer layer of her attire with measured movements, her expression returning to the composed seriousness that defined her true demeanor.

“The chances are low,” she replied honestly. “Someone at the level of a Demon General would not normally choose locations that are easily pointed out to passing travelers.”

Her gaze shifted slightly, thoughtful but not dismissive.

“Such individuals tend to favor concealment layered within concealment,” she continued calmly. “Obvious places are rarely used for important operations.”

She paused briefly.

“But…”

Her eyes met his.

“There is only one way to confirm.”

Luca gave a small nod, understanding the necessity of verification despite the low probability of success.

Even unlikely paths had to be explored.

Every possibility needed to be exhausted before drawing conclusions.

They changed into more suitable attire for travel, choosing clothing that balanced practicality with the continued appearance of ordinary visitors. Their movements were quiet, efficient, the familiarity of preparation reflecting the seriousness with which both approached their task.

Soon after, they settled onto the bed once more, allowing their bodies the rest they had been steadily denied over the past two days.

Sleep did not arrive immediately.

Their minds remained active, replaying observations, conversations, and subtle reactions from the villagers they had encountered.

Each expression.

Each hesitation.

Each glance.

Nothing could be dismissed carelessly.

Gradually, however, the exhaustion accumulated through travel, vigilance, and constant mental calculation began to take its toll.

Their breathing slowed.

Their thoughts quieted.

And eventually, sleep claimed them both.

Morning arrived gently, the soft golden light of dawn slipping quietly through the thin curtains as the faint sounds of the waking village drifted faintly into the room.

Luca rose first this time, stretching lightly before making his way toward the bathing area, allowing the cool water to sharpen his senses for the day ahead.

Seraphina followed shortly after, both preparing in silence as they changed into attire suited for exploring the surrounding terrain.

By the time they descended the staircase once more, the inn had already begun to stir with the routine rhythm of daily life.

The elderly woman stood behind the counter once again, her sharp gaze immediately falling upon Seraphina’s appearance as though the previous day’s irritation had not faded even slightly.

“Hmph… going out dressed like that again?” she muttered under her breath, clearly unable to resist another comment.

Seraphina merely smiled faintly, her confidence unshaken.

“Do not worry,” she replied lightly. “If I reach your age, I will try to complain less.”

The old woman scoffed audibly, though no further words followed.

Without lingering unnecessarily, Luca and Seraphina stepped outside, the morning air crisp and refreshing as the village slowly came alive once more.

The sun had not yet risen fully, leaving the sky painted in soft shades of pale gold and fading blue.

The streets were quieter than the day before, though a few early risers could already be seen preparing for the day ahead.

Seraphina glanced briefly toward Luca.

“Which way first?” she asked calmly.

Luca’s gaze shifted toward the distant outline of rolling terrain visible beyond the southern edge of the village.

“Let’s begin with the ruins,” he said thoughtfully.

Without further delay, they began walking toward the southern hills, their pace steady as the village gradually gave way to open land, the path narrowing as the quiet silence of the countryside replaced the faint sounds of daily life behind them.

Ahead…

The ruins awaited.

The path toward the southern hills gradually grew quieter as the sounds of the village faded behind them, replaced by the soft rustling of wind brushing through tall grass and scattered shrubs that stretched along the uneven terrain. The early morning sun had now risen fully above the horizon, its golden light spilling gently across the rolling landscape, illuminating the distant outline of weathered stone structures that stood in silent decay.

The ruins revealed themselves slowly as Luca and Seraphina approached, remnants of what had once been a modest structure, now surrendered to time and neglect. Broken walls leaned unevenly against one another, their surfaces scarred by years of erosion, while cracks filled with creeping vines spoke of long abandonment. Pieces of fallen stone lay scattered across the ground, partially buried beneath layers of soil and moss, as though nature itself had gradually reclaimed what was once shaped by human hands.

Despite their worn appearance, the ruins held a quiet stillness that seemed untouched by recent disturbance.

Luca slowed his pace slightly as his eyes moved carefully across the area, his senses sharpened, attentive to even the smallest irregularity.

“There are no visible signs of recent activity,” he said quietly, his voice calm as he crouched slightly to examine faint impressions upon the ground near what appeared to be the former entrance.

Seraphina stepped further inward, her gaze sweeping across the structure with practiced precision as her perception extended beyond what could be seen at first glance.

The interior was largely collapsed, broken pillars lying scattered across uneven stone flooring that had long since lost its original form. Small plants had begun to grow between the cracks, their quiet persistence emphasizing just how long the site had remained untouched.

Seraphina paused near what appeared to be the remnants of an inner chamber, her hand resting lightly against the surface of an aged wall as she allowed her mana senses to expand outward.

For several moments, neither of them spoke.

They searched carefully, methodically, ensuring that nothing was overlooked.

Luca examined the outer perimeter, tracing the edge of the structure to determine whether any concealed pathways or hidden compartments might exist beneath the debris. He inspected loose stones, displaced soil, and subtle variations in the terrain that might indicate recent disturbance.

Nothing.

No hidden markings.

No protective barriers.

No concealed mana residue.

No signs of ritual activity.

Seraphina completed her inspection of the interior soon after, her gaze thoughtful as she allowed the last traces of her perception to withdraw.

“There are no abnormal mana fluctuations,” she said calmly.

Her voice carried quiet certainty.

“No concealment barriers.”

“No traces of demonic presence.”

“No evidence suggesting recent occupation.”

Luca straightened slowly, brushing faint dust from his hands as he looked once more across the silent structure.

Even the air felt undisturbed.

As though the ruins had remained forgotten for far longer than the rumors suggested.

“I found no hidden entrances,” Luca reported quietly. “Nor any indications of recent passage.”

Seraphina nodded slightly.

“The structural decay appears consistent with long-term abandonment,” she added.

Their observations aligned perfectly.

Which left them with only one conclusion.

There was nothing here.

At least… nothing connected to their objective.

Both of them exhaled quietly, the faint weight of disappointment settling between them.

It was not unexpected.

Yet each location that proved empty narrowed the path forward.

Seraphina allowed her gaze to linger briefly upon the crumbling stone before turning slightly toward Luca.

“Where to next?” she asked calmly.

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