Chapter 20. Wepon Plan
The streets of Veymoor hummed with energy—merchants shouted over one another, the sharp bark of haggling punctuating the air. Carts laden with goods creaked along cobblestone roads, and the chatter of townsfolk wove into an unrelenting symphony of life.
Amid the chaos, Reo strode ahead, calm and purposeful, his crimson eyes set firmly forward. Liana trailing slightly behind him.
"Why are we walking, Young Master Leo?" Liana finally asked, her voice laced with concern. "A carriage would've been more convenient for you."
Reo turned his head slightly, glancing at her over his shoulder. "Sometimes walking is better," he replied evenly, his tone calm but final. "You see more this way."
she bit her lip, her eyes scanning the crowd with faint wariness. She wasn't entirely convinced. Despite how much her young master had changed, how steady and self-assured he'd become, her instinct to worry over him hadn't faded.
It was one of the things he liked about her—how her quiet care reminded him of Grace, his old housekeeper from Earth. That warmth, that concern, it was grounding in a way nothing else was.
As they made their way through the crowd, Liana hesitated before asking, "Where exactly are we going?"
Reo slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out the folded blueprint. The scrawled address along its edge caught his attention again. "Don't know," he said simply. "There's an address written on this. We're finding out why."
Liana frowned slightly but didn't press further. The energetic noise of the marketplace began to fade as their path took them toward the edges of town. The buildings became older, their once-pristine facades dulled by time and neglect.
The streets narrowed, the shadows stretching long against the walls as the bright sunlight seemed to dim. The air grew heavier, colder, and Liana shivered, glancing around nervously.
"Young master..." she said softly. "This feels like a bad idea. Maybe we should turn back."