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Contains explicit adult content!

Chapter 18: Lilies

Tara gave Silma a cup of camomile tea that she had prepared. The angel was extra careful in handing over the hot tea so as not to spill a drop on the elf's smooth pale skin.

"Drink this baby girl, it will help make you relaxed and at ease."

Earlier, Tara decided to take her elven companion back to the bakery where they had breakfast earlier to help calm her anxiety. She couldn't ignore the sight of Silma shaking with anger and dread at the same time.

"We could find an inn to relax for the rest of the day, you know… We could resume heading west tomorrow… besides, I am in no hurry to get there anyway…" The angel told the elf. Tara then discreetly touched the cursed ring, she once again slowly tried to remove it, hoping that this time, it might miraculously come off.

"Ah, damnit… still stuck!"

"Eh? What's stuck Tara?" Asked the elfmaid.

"Hahaha! Nothing baby girl, it's nothing…" answered the angel smiling.

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The lady who manages the bakery gave Tara and Silma a small map leading to a decent inn she knows.

"Tell them that Morla is the one who recommended the place to you. You girls will be safe and comfortable there." The bakery manager told the girls as she gave them a pouch of her camomile tea mixture, as a parting gift.

The pair thanked the manager and promised to come back when their business is done.

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The Inn of The Dancing Turtle turned out to be located on the easternmost part of town, near the Agu River which supplies most of the water for Triplance. The inn used to be a large house that was owned by a local merchant named Brutus Lorel, the owner's friends who were mostly merchants from neighbouring towns used to visit. As time went by, more and more merchants visited the house, and somewhat became a kind of a stop over for them.

Brutus, the business man that he is, saw the potential of the place... a place where merchants and travelers could gather to exchange information and goods, some of which are extremely rare and only sold exclusively in the inn's black market.

The Dancing Turtle was also famous for its specialty dish which is a spicy sausage sandwiched in a bun with a special topping made with tomato paste, ground pork and secret spices and is extremely spicy. The regulars call it Chilli Dog after the owner's pet dog who died after eating a whole pot of the sauce.

The inn has a wide open lawn in the front, and has a canopy that is about twenty feet high to protect the guests from rain. The lawn had tables and chairs to accommodate guests who wanted to dine outside in view of the river. It's like an amalgam of human engineering and natural beauty, and the old rustic look of the inn fills the very soul of the guest with a calm and content feeling.

Tara fell in love with the inn at first glance. To see such a very simplistic beauty of nature complementing the inn was too much for the angel, she did not realize that a single tear rolled down to her right cheek.

"Tara, are you crying?" The elf asked

Tarmora quickly wiped the tear away and smiled at the elf.

"Oh, it's nothing baby girl, it's just the wind stinging my eyes."

The elf stared at the angel's beautiful golden eyes, the same eyes as the bat-winged man, but somehow her eyes gave the elf a sense of ease and comfort, opposite from the bat-winged one.

Silma realized that she was staring for too long at Tara's eyes. Embarrassed by her actions, she averted her gaze while blushing heavily.

"What the hell are you doing Silma?" She thought to herself, blushing all the more.

Tara just observed her elven companion, clearly amused by Silma's cute reaction.

"Come, let's go inside" Tara excitedly said, pulling...