The carriage was blocked. A guard turned back for instructions.
Murphy withdrew his gaze, his expression impassive.
"Take a detour," he said lightly.
Aurora nodded to the guard.
The carriage slowly turned, entering another street and leaving the clamor and disputes behind.
Silence fell within the carriage for a moment.
"Father," Eleanor suddenly spoke, her voice soft. "Does this happen in the Monte Territory, too?"
Murphy looked at his daughter. Her dark eyes were clear, reflecting a mixture of confusion and complexity.
He knew it wasn't that Eleanor didn't understand the Monte Territory; she just wanted his confirmation.
"No," Murphy stated firmly.
