"Wanna go check it out?" Neptunia asked quietly, her voice low but carrying a trace of curiosity she hadn't felt in a while.
Her eyes lingered on Razeal as she spoke, searching his face. To be honest, even she didn't fully understand why she cared about his answer but she did. After everything she had seen since meeting him, she had to admit it: Razeal wasn't normal. Not even by the absurd standards of the ocean. If anyone here could do something unexpected… it would be him.
The moment her words left her mouth, the Atlantians standing nearby shifted their attention.
One by one, their gazes turned toward Razeal.
They looked him up and down openly, without shame measuring, judging, dismissing. A few sneers appeared almost instantly. To them, the idea itself was laughable.
This guy?
A man who didn't even recognize the Trident of the Sea at first glance?
A man who dared to question why it was displayed publicly?
There was no way. Not even a sliver of possibility.
