The Uncertain Road Ahead - III

As he thought this, Ansel suddenly spotted a refugee on the street, incongruous with the surroundings of the lower quarters. Ravenna also noticed him and couldn't help but murmur, "He made it all the way to the Duke of Azuregold's territory. One can only imagine the hardships he endured."

She turned to Ansel, her voice much softer. "But at the very least, he won't die on the battlefield or at the hands of marauding adventurers, thanks to you, Ansel."

"Thanks to me... yes, let's leave it at that."

Ansel's face maintained its usual gentle smile, yet for some reason, a hint of confusion lingered deep within his sea-blue eyes, reflecting the refugee's silhouette.