Michael's eyes narrowed slightly.
This wasn't like yesterday.
One carriage in particular caught his attention.
A crest.
The Golden family.
Michael's steps slowed briefly. He knew that crest. It belonged to the family that had helped him connect with Mage Lian.
Seria.
The name drifted across his mind.
The lady of the Golden family he'd spoken to—sharp-witted.
Was she in that carriage?
Michael stared for a moment longer before he shook the thought away.
But before he could get far, a familiar voice called out behind him.
"Mic?"
He turned.
Renn Noah.
The ever-relaxed baron's son jogged up beside him, hair still slightly damp, likely from a rushed morning wash.
"You're up early," Michael said.
Renn grinned. "Same could be said for you. I was wondering if you'd get too rich to walk."
Michael blinked. "…What does that even mean?"
"I don't know," Renn shrugged. "It just sounds like something a noble would do. Ride a beast to the arena while the rest of us walk."
