Inside the gently swaying carriage, the tension had eased—just enough for conversation.
Lysaria, still recovering from the emotional rollercoaster, narrowed her eyes at Kael.
"You know… when you told me to 'watch,' I thought you were going to toss them a few gold coins."
Kael raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Why? So they could blow it all on beer and brothels?"
"Well, yeah," she huffed. "At least then they'd die happy."
"But I did something better," he said with a shrug.
"Better? You crushed their legs."
"I redirected their fate," Kael replied, proud.
"Now they're getting healed and sheltered by temple priests.
Probably the best night they've had all year."
Lysaria gave him a long, flat stare.
Yue didn't even bother responding.
She simply floated to the corner and pretended to be dead.
Kael smiled contentedly.
The silence from both women was tactically brutal—and he accepted it with all the joy of a child who just lit a building on fire and got away with it.
