When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 18: 7: Armed with a Sharp Weapon, the Urge to Kill A

"In Lohar District."

"Lohar District? By the harbor?"

Hayna's expression changed, and she suddenly rembered the na of this bar.

She had indeed heard of this bar's na before!

When she first ca to the Royal Capital, a good friend had advised her not to venture into Lohar District for no reason; she trusted her friend, so even when her roommate often excited her to visit the bars in Lohar District, she was very firm in her resolve never to go.

Of course, part of the reason was that she really didn't have the money, and she was too embarrassed to let her friends treat her.

Since she had decided not to go, she automatically blocked out those words in her mind. She feared that, if she listened too much, she might accidentally be tempted.

Hayna rembered that the na she heard most was "Old Captain Bar." It was a frequent spot for sailors on leave from the kingdom to drink, where her peers liked to search for handso n—young, strong, good-looking, and who hadn't seen won for a long ti while at sea. They were an easy catch.

One of her roommates even got herself a young sailor as a boyfriend. He was said to be a sergeant, always boasting about being on so secret mission... whether that was true or not, who could say?

If it were truly a secret, would he be telling it to college girls?

Hayna was quite skeptical.

In the small town where she was born, the blacksmith uncle would always boast about having spent ti in the Royal Capital, claiming to be knowledgeable and cultured.

Later, when she arrived in the Royal Capital herself, she found out that "having spent ti" ant he had co here as an apprentice to learn his trade when he was in his early teens, but he ran away after a few years because he couldn't stick it out.

His boasting manner was exactly like that sailor's.

And that roommate of hers had ntioned "Pelican Bar" only once. Hayna rembered it vividly because it was the only ti that girl's face didn't have that cheap, sly grin; instead, she was very serious and earnest.

She said at the ti that she was going... to buy so materials.

Pelican Bar... was it a place that sold materials?

Hayna felt a surge of curiosity, but didn't voice it.

Instinctively, she sensed it was sothing bad and didn't dare to ntion it at Moriarty Manor—especially under the watchful eye of the Elf Butler.

For a mont, Hayna felt a stir of excitent. She had never dared to visit such places before, partly because of the cost and partly due to the danger.

But now, she had grown stronger. Draped in armor that represented the glory of Justice, with Aiwass holding the investigative funds—she could finally visit the places she was curious about but never had the chance to see!

After all, this was her first independent investigation. Hayna had no investigative strategy; her ntion of the warehouse and stone archway was simply because those were the locations she happened to rember.

Even Director Kent hadn't asked her to obtain any critical intelligence from this investigation, but rather to protect Aiwass and not be reckless.

—Of course, she would protect him! She would do so without being told!

"Lohar District it is then, let's go!"

Hayna readily agreed, "I'll protect you—should any blind thief dare to trouble you, I'll show him what legal and righteous punishnt is!"

Only when talking about this topic did her voice ring out loud and clear... even eager.

With a weapon in hand, the intent to kill arises naturally.

All this was within Aiwass's expectations.

Having trained for so long and risen to such a level without ever truly facing an enemy... a bit of excitent was normal.

"So, are you ready to kill, senior?"

Aiwass's eyes narrowed like a fox, his mouth curling into a smile that could be either good-natured or mocking.

Hayna paused at his words.

Then, she spoke gravely, "Actually, I've already killed soone."

Oh?

Aiwass raised an eyebrow.

This was an unexpected answer.

"Then let's go."

He didn't interrogate further, simply said softly, "My legs aren't good, so I'll trouble you to push there."

"Of course."

Hayna breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed.