Once again, glowing letters formed before him instead of words.
"There is a reason the ancients say even walls possess ears. One careless word can become a blade in another person's hand. There is no need to risk anything unless the situation becomes desperate."
Kiara stared at him for several seconds.
Honestly…
The cautious attitude felt incredibly strange coming from Wester Silver.
This was the same man who once charged into problems headfirst like a wild beast swinging swords before thoughts.
Yet now…
He behaved like someone who had finally learned what caution truly meant.
Perhaps prison, betrayal, and survival had changed him far more deeply than Kiara originally expected.
In the end, she simply shrugged and walked toward the shuttered entrance before opening it herself.
Warm sunlight immediately spilled into the store.
Outside, the streets remained lively with morning activity while distant carriage sounds echoed through the Imperial City.
Kiara quietly waited.
