Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

I didn’t say anything after that. Just let the silence settle between us like a soft fog. The old woman remained seated, eyes distant, and I simply stared at the empty wall behind her, not really seeing it. It was one of those rare quiet moments—not awkward, not heavy, just... quiet.

Eventually, Evelyn’s steps echoed down the wooden stairs, her boots light but sure.

"The rooms are nice," she said, brushing her hair behind her ear as she reached the bottom. "There’s even a small bathroom with a tub. It’s clean... surprisingly."

I got up from the chair with a stretch and pulled out the coin pouch. From it, I slid six copper coins onto the counter, the clink of metal drawing the old woman’s attention. "We’ll need food too, if you don’t mind. Two rooms and dinner."

The old woman looked down at the coins, then shook her head. "Keep two copper for yourself," she said, voice scratchy but firm. "Food’s included. Just soup and bread, mind you—nothing fancy. But it’s warm, and it fills the belly."

I raised a brow. "Generous."

She shrugged. "You look like you’ve had a day. Everyone needs something hot in their stomach after a day like that."

I turned to Evelyn, who simply gave a soft nod, her eyes already scanning the rest of the inn’s modest interior. That was our signal. We were done here.

With that, we moved upstairs together.

The second floor was as humble as expected. Just four rooms lined the corridor, their doors uneven but sturdy. From the dust-free hinges and unlit lanterns, it was clear none were occupied. Quiet was something I could appreciate.

I chose the room nearest the corner—right beside the bathroom. Evelyn picked the one closest to the stairs. Probably so she could escape first if something tried to murder us in our sleep. Not a bad survival instinct.