Two Hours Later--
In the vast solitude of his grand chamber, Robin sat alone. His gaze was fixed on the cold, polished floor beneath him, the silence so thick it could shatter. He wasn't meditating, nor was he resting—he was thinking. Thinking with the weight of centuries pressing against his mind.
But such silence rarely lasted long.
A familiar voice rang in his thoughts—soft, perceptive, and ever-vigilant.
(If you ask me, I think you acted a bit too rashly with the Maizer family. What if they decide to continue siding with the Iron Boar Empire and end up exposing the fact that you, Human, have secret ties to the Nine Paths Empire?)
Nery's tone carried a trace of concern. Not fear, but strategy—cold, calculating concern.
Robin lifted an eyebrow, his voice calm, yet laced with conviction.
