Next day…
In the carriage, Onver sat still with closed eyes, like a monk lost in his meditation.
Martha and her father were still talking about a lot of things. Martha was sharing about her life while her father was doing the same.
There was one thing her father refused to tell.
"Why can't you tell me about Mother?"
"It's more complicated than that. It's related to my inability to perform magic or practice it."
Halt…
The sound of the carriage stopping echoed as all three people in it felt the sudden momentum. They leaned forward while the captain fell backwards.
The interacting effect of the sudden stop caused Onver to open his eyes.
"You're awake. We have already reached the central City."
The entire time, Onver did nothing but read and read, absorbing techniques and working on theories on how to improve his voice bomb or solve the issue of his muteness.