Chapter 97: Horseback
As Asher turned to leave, Azeron’s voice came again.
"Wait."
Asher, who had already pivoted to exit the chamber, immediately paused mid-step and turned back toward the Primarch. Azeron’s hand lowered beneath the table, rummaging through the cupboard space built into its frame. After a few seconds, he flicked something toward Asher’s face with practiced ease.
Asher’s hand moved instinctively, snatching the object midair. His eyes lowered to examine the item now resting in his palm, and then a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
It was a ring.
But Asher knew better than to assume it was ordinary. Azeron wouldn’t call him back just to throw a meaningless trinket. His deduction was swift.
’It must be a space ring,’ Asher thought. ’With this, I can finally use my inventory without any limitations.’
"The ring contains twenty thousand platinum coins," Azeron explained. "Since you defeated Ryan Silvershade, earning me fifty percent of their family’s income as a result, I figured it was only fair to share a portion with you."
At that moment, realization dawned in Asher’s mind. He had entirely forgotten about Ryan since the duel concluded. He never dwelled on individuals who bore no significance to his life or goals. Once Ryan was defeated, he simply erased him from his thoughts and returned to his training regimen without a second thought.
He hadn’t expected Azeron to actually give him a share of the profits, he hadn’t even considered it, much less asked for it. The matter hadn’t once crossed his mind.