For some reason, the man’s voice faltered.
‘This man isn’t the right one?’
However, Yurin persisted. Because unlike other elders, the man had a heavy atmosphere surrounding him.
“Balon’s restaurant minutes away from here, and is visited by many travelers, are you sure you don’t know him?”
“Oh, that friend. I know he’s a Chef.”
“Balon asked me to return this book for him.”
“Oh, it’s my book. He borrowed that book, and now it’s returned to me.”
Yurin held the book with both hands, and gently handed it over.
“Thank you so much for returning the book. I hope Balon gets well.”
Ttiring!