Kion found the next morning quite dull.
Although the sun remained high in the clouds, and a salty sea breeze swept across the bay, a certain chill settled within him, like a reminder that a battle he was involved in somewhere was not yet over.
Luckily for him, there was no need to look too far to find that battle, as it was already here.
In this crazy, strange town called Port Tabara.
He poked at his morning breakfast with little interest, his mind replaying the incidents from last night.
Between Lila's earlier ambush and the merchants' assault, it seemed that he was a magnet for thieves.
Of course, that was how the life of a prince usually went outside the shelter of his castle, but he couldn't help imagining how unlucky he was.
To get robbed and assaulted twice in his journey.
Of course, he had handled both instances quite well, but through all the madness, one thing seemed clear.
