What Roland didn't know was that the moment he stepped onto the deck, the young man in green he had specifically instructed was staring daggers at his back, his eyes churning with complex emotions.
It was a look of resentment, yet also of helplessness, which finally melted into profound sorrow.
"Lyon…"
Seeing the lingering hostility in his companion's eyes, the young noble, Tariel, mistakenly thought he was still indignant on his behalf and gently patted his shoulder to console him.
"Don't be angry for my sake. This is just how the River Domain is…"
He sighed softly.
"Over there, being a noble doesn't mean you have some prestigious status. In terms of standing alone, we're probably not even as respected as the wealthy merchants."
At this, Tariel changed the subject, asking with a hint of confusion.
