Lizelle, who came with Chester to the market entrance, headed for the carriage she had been riding on.
Chester, too, bowed his head and walked in towards his where it was parked. The two people’s destination was the same, but as if it were natural, they thought of moving in their respective wagons.
Unlike when she went out earlier this morning, Werazel got into the wagon with a lot of luggage in ers hands.
When the inside of the wagon was quiet again, Chester stared out the window silently. +
There was no particular reason for his behavior. It’s just because the sound of her searching for her mother is annoying.