The road ahead was smoother now…
The snowfall had eased, and the caravan moved steadily along the rocky road...
Inside one of the carriages, Rayven sat across from Mr. Shrubs, the merchant's face pale, but he was composed…
Shrubs cleared his throat as he began to explain himself.
"Rayven… I owe you an explanation. You nearly lost your life because of me."
Rayven helplessly smiled. It was natural that he must explain things to him... That necklace from Ardania wasn't cheap after all. He needed to be properly compensated for that!
"Go on."
Shrubs sighed.
"The heart… the one Malachar took… it was bait. The Guild wanted him to have it. Malachar has been obsessed with obtaining a Lord-Class Beast's heart, and the Guild knew he would come for it. They marked him the moment he touched it."
Rayven finally understood. It also made sense. However, it was simply too dangerous.
"So this was all a trap."
