Zaber was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, gazing toward Aurora.
"Aurora… interesting. For someone like her to come here over such a trivial matter feels extremely strange. There's something more to this," he thought.
A small thing…? No. That's just an excuse. People of her caliber don't move around by chance. Wherever she goes, there is always weight—real gravity.
Aurora glanced at Zaber out of the corner of her eye.
That single fleeting look.
Something cold slid through Zaber's insides.
Did she just look at me? In the middle of all these people… did she sense something? he wondered.
Aurora passed right by him.
The crowd parted in two. Some bowed their heads in respect, others stared in awe, and a few whispered with unease mixed in their voices. Yet no one dared speak while she walked past.
It wasn't fear. It was simply that no one had the courage to open their mouth.
Zaber remained motionless for a while.
