The road curved once more before the capital finally revealed itself in full. Westgate rose across the valley like a stone giant watching the plains below. Massive walls stretched from one end of the horizon to the other, their towers standing tall above the surrounding land. Banners of merchant guilds hung from the battlements, their colors shifting gently in the wind. Even from a distance, the city felt enormous. The man from Aseran who had traveled with them leaned forward slightly in his seat as the carriage rolled down the final stretch of road.

  “Well,” he said with a grin, gesturing toward the distant walls, “there it is. Westgate.”

  The sunlight was warm across the road, and a pleasant breeze drifted inland from the sea far behind them. It carried a cool freshness that cut through the heat of the afternoon. Taren stared at the city quietly.

  “That’s the capital?”

  Rylan smirked.

  “You’ve only seen the outside.”

  The road ahead of them was crowded with travelers. Merchant wagons creaked beneath the weight of cargo while horses stamped impatiently in line. Guards checked documents and inspected goods as people slowly moved toward the massive gates.

  Their carriage eventually slowed with the rest of the line.

  The man from Aseran glanced back toward them again.

  “You know,” he said casually, “I never actually asked.”

  He pointed toward Raizō.

  “You’re here to take down the church in Westgate, right?”

  The carriage went quiet for a moment. Rylan looked toward Raizō. Raizō didn’t react. Seris answered calmly.

  “That isn’t why we’re here.”

  The man blinked.

  “Oh.”

  He scratched the side of his head, slightly embarrassed.

  “Well… good to know.”

  The line began moving again before he could say anything else. But he looked back at them once more. A little more carefully this time. When the carriage finally reached the front of the gate, the guards inspected the cargo quickly before waving them through. The gates opened. And the moment they passed through, Westgate revealed its full scale. The main street stretched wide enough for several wagons to pass side by side. Stone buildings rose three and four stories tall on either side of the road, their balconies decorated with merchant banners and colorful cloth. Crowds moved everywhere. Vendors shouted prices from their stalls while travelers from across the continent filled the streets. Music drifted from somewhere deeper in the city. Taren slowly turned in his seat as they rolled forward.

  “This place is huge.”

  Rylan chuckled.

  “Now you’re starting to understand.”

  They climbed down from the carriage shortly after entering the city. The man from Aseran stepped down beside them.

  “Well,” he said, dusting off his coat, “this is where we part ways.”

  He looked at them one last time.

  “If you really were the ones who saved Aseran…”

  He smiled.

  “…then thank you.”

  With that, he disappeared into the crowd. The group began walking through the streets. And the deeper they went into Westgate, the more the city revealed itself. People from all over the world moved through the streets. Different clothing, different weapons, different languages. But the most striking differences were the people themselves. A group passed by whose skin seemed almost translucent beneath the sunlight. Thin veins shimmered faintly beneath the surface like delicate threads of light. Taren stared for a moment.

  “What was that?”

  “Maruvian,” Seris said.

  “They live on islands surrounded by mana-rich water. Generations of exposure changed their bodies.”

  A moment later the ground seemed to tremble slightly as several massive figures walked past them. Their bodies were enormous. Their skin carried a dull metallic sheen, almost like living steel.

  “Ashkin,” Seris explained.

  “They’re known for their strength.”

  Further down the street, two travelers moved quietly through the crowd with unnerving precision. Their eyes never stopped scanning their surroundings.

  “Veyraen,” Seris said.

  Shizume nodded slightly as she watched them pass. Near a jewelry stall, another group examined gemstones laid out across velvet cloth. Their skin carried faint mineral textures that caught the sunlight.

  “Dorn,” Seris continued.

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  “They come from the mountains. Their people are known for stonecraft.”

  Rylan glanced at the gems and nodded approvingly.

  “I can see why.”

  A moment later another pair of travelers passed by, tall and graceful. Their faces were completely still, no emotion, no reaction. Their eyes moved through the crowd with calm, distant focus.

  “Aethryn,” Seris said quietly.

  “They’re… difficult to read.”

  Taren glanced toward her.

  “How do you know all of this?”

  Seris shrugged slightly.

  “It was required knowledge when I served as a soldier.”

  “Understanding other cultures helps prevent unnecessary conflict.”

  Rylan smirked.

  “Or helps you win one.”

  Seris ignored him. They continued walking. The city was alive. Merchants argued over prices. Cooks prepared food at open stalls while crowds gathered around musicians playing lively songs. Compared to other places they had traveled through, Westgate felt… lighter. People laughed here, business thrived, celebration seemed common.

  Hours passed as they explored the city. Eventually the sun began lowering toward the horizon. Lanterns slowly lit along the streets. Westgate changed as night arrived. Music grew louder. Crowds gathered around taverns and street performers. Lanterns reflected off polished stone roads while dancers filled open squares. The city felt almost festive. Seris and Shizume both slowed slightly as they watched the celebrations. Rylan noticed immediately.

  “Oh?”

  He grinned.

  “You two look interested.”

  Shizume glanced away slightly. Seris crossed her arms.

  “It’s… lively.”

  Rylan laughed.

  “You want to explore it.”

  Neither of them answered. Rylan leaned closer.

  “You should ask Raizō to come with you.”

  He gestured casually toward them.

  “Since he already has both of you wrapped around his fingers.”

  Both women froze. Seris immediately turned red.

  “That’s not—”

  Shizume looked away quickly. Neither of them denied it. Rylan burst out laughing.

  “Oh that’s incredible.”

  Seris glared at him.

  “Stop talking.”

  Shizume quietly looked toward Raizō.

  “…Would you come with us?”

  Raizō glanced toward the crowded square where music and dancing continued beneath glowing lanterns. Then he nodded.

  “Sure.”

  Rylan slapped his knee.

  “Look at that.”

  He pointed between them.

  “You’re proving my point already.”

  Seris looked like she might stab him. Rylan stretched casually.

  “Well,” he said, turning toward the opposite street, “since you three have plans…”

  He grinned.

  “I’ll find my own fun.”

  He glanced toward Taren.

  “You should relax a bit and do the same.”

  Taren sighed.

  “I don’t think wandering around like you counts as relaxing.”

  Rylan laughed as he walked backward into the crowd.

  “Trust me.”

  “It absolutely does.”

  And with that, he disappeared into the nightlife of Westgate. The music grew louder. Lanterns flickered in the warm evening air. And somewhere in the city, fate was already moving toward them.

  Rylan moved through the streets like he had lived in Westgate his entire life. The night air was warm, but the breeze from the distant sea carried just enough coolness to keep the streets comfortable. Lanterns swayed gently above the crowds, their golden light spilling across the stone roads and the faces of laughing strangers. Music echoed from nearly every direction, drums and stringed instruments. The clatter of mugs and cheering voices from taverns. Rylan breathed it in with a satisfied smile.

  “Now,” he muttered to himself, “where should I start.”

  People filled the streets shoulder to shoulder. Travelers danced in open squares while street performers drew small circles of onlookers. Vendors sold roasted meats, sweet pastries, and spiced drinks from small carts rolling slowly through the crowd. Rylan wandered without any real direction, which was usually when he found the most interesting things.

  A group of musicians struck up a faster rhythm nearby, drawing cheers from a circle of dancers. Rylan watched them for a moment. Then his eyes drifted past the crowd and stopped. Near the edge of the street, beside a tall lantern post, stood a woman watching the festivities. There was something about the way she stood that caught his attention immediately. She was calm and confident, like she belonged wherever she decided to stand. Rylan tilted his head slightly.

  “Well,” he murmured.

  “That answers what I’m doing tonight.”

  He adjusted his coat and walked toward her. The woman noticed him approaching almost immediately. But she didn’t move. Rylan stopped beside the lantern post and leaned casually against it, glancing out toward the crowd.

  “You know,” he said after a moment, “this city is impressive.”

  He gestured toward the music and the lantern-lit streets.

  “…but somehow you’re still the most interesting thing here.”

  The woman turned her head slowly and looked at him. Her expression remained completely unimpressed.

  “You look like someone who’s about to waste my time.”

  Rylan blinked once, then laughed quietly.

  “That’s fair.”

  He pushed himself off the lantern post and stood a little straighter.

  “But you’re still here.”

  She raised one eyebrow.

  “And?”

  “That means you haven’t decided that I’m a complete waste of time yet.”

  Her eyes narrowed slightly.

  “That’s a generous assumption.”

  Rylan smiled easily.

  “I prefer confident assumptions.”

  She folded her arms.

  “Confident or arrogant?”

  “Those two traits overlap more than people admit,” Rylan replied.

  For a moment, the corner of her mouth almost moved. Almost.

  Rylan noticed immediately.

  He leaned slightly closer.

  “So I’ll make you a deal.”

  She looked unimpressed.

  “I’m listening.”

  “If you’re bored in the next thirty seconds,” he said, “you can walk away and pretend this conversation never happened.”

  “And if I’m not?”

  Rylan shrugged lightly.

  “Then you tell me your name.”

  She studied him for a moment.

  “You’re very confident for someone who just walked up to a stranger.”

  Rylan smiled.

  “I only take risks when the reward looks worth it.”

  Her eyes flicked toward him again.

  “And what reward would that be?”

  He met her gaze calmly.

  “Meeting someone interesting.”

  A small silence settled between them. Then she asked,

  “Do you flirt with every woman you see?”

  Rylan shook his head.

  “Of course not.”

  Her eyebrow rose slightly.

  “I only flirt with the ones that are beautiful.”

  He tilted his head slightly.

  “Or the ones that look interesting.”

  His eyes settled back on her.

  “Sometimes both.”

  For the first time, something like amusement appeared in her expression. But it faded quickly. She studied him again before speaking.

  “Do you not know who I am?”

  Rylan blinked. Then leaned back slightly, glancing around the crowd as if searching for some obvious sign he had missed.

  “No,” he said honestly.

  Then he shrugged.

  “Should I?”

  She stared at him for a moment. Trying to decide if he was serious. Rylan tilted his head slightly.

  “Look, if you’re secretly a famous performer or a noble or something, I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

  Her expression shifted again. Somewhere between disbelief and mild irritation.

  “You really don’t know.”

  “No,” Rylan said simply.

  Then he smiled again.

  “But I do know one thing.”

  Her eyes narrowed slightly.

  “And what’s that?”

  He gestured lightly toward the crowd, the lanterns, and the music filling the square.

  “In a city this big…”

  His eyes returned to hers.

  “…I still walked over here.”

  A quiet pause followed. Then finally, she exhaled slightly.

  “Reina.”

  Rylan repeated it slowly.

  “Reina.”

  He nodded once.

  “That suits you.”

  The lantern above them flickered softly as the crowd continued moving through the street around them. Neither of them realized yet just how complicated that introduction was about to become.