"..." Robin closed his eyes, letting a heavy silence descend over the hall. A full minute passed—sixty long, stretching seconds that pressed on everyone's nerves, making even the air feel dense and uneasy. No one dared to move. No one even breathed too loudly. Then, finally, Robin exhaled softly, opening his eyes again. He stared up toward the ceiling, his hands resting behind his head, posture utterly relaxed as if the silence had never existed.
"Your reasoning makes some sense, Ranther," he said quietly, his voice calm yet layered with unreadable undertones. "But I won't tell you anything. There's still a chance that you might not follow me afterward."
