Chapter 119: Cultist
As Asher stepped out of the bar, another wave of noise slammed into him, loud and chaotic, filled with the sounds of life and activity. He simply turned in a random direction and began to walk. There was no particular destination in mind.
Behind him, he could feel the lingering gazes of his five guards and Lyra. Their presence was silent but unmistakably felt. They hadn’t followed him into the bar, having sensed earlier that there wasn’t anyone present who posed a threat significant enough to endanger the Tenth Sun.
Asher walked calmly through the bustling streets. By now, it was already midday, the sun blazing directly overhead in all its radiant glory.
Children ran around joyfully, laughter trailing behind them as though they had no responsibilities in the world, and indeed, they didn’t.
’Isn’t there a school these children are supposed to attend or something?’ Asher thought as he moved forward, his eyes casually following their carefree movements.
Still, he didn’t voice the question aloud. Even the original Asher hadn’t attended any formal school at this stage of life, and he was a noble, son of a Duke, second only to the princess and prince. If someone of his standing hadn’t stepped into a classroom, then how could mere commoners?
Choosing not to dwell on it, Asher continued onward. Up ahead, he noticed a towering black statue, imposing and monolithic, standing firmly in place with a long, dark spear clutched in its right hand.
He approached it and came to a halt, gazing up at the statue, pondering what such a structure was doing there. Oddly, the figure’s face bore no definite distinct features, it was almost blank.
Just as Asher was about to turn away and continue walking, a voice suddenly echoed from behind.
"It seems someone came at the same time as me today," a female voice said softly.