The sun was just beginning to set, casting an orange tint across the dusty path as I followed behind the guard who claimed to escort me as a suspect of an exhibit.
That's what would popularly be understood, as was seen among the crowd of people that had been standing in line. But the truth was that I found it strange.
Under normal circumstances, a suspect of an exhibit would be annihilated at sight.
That has been the tradition since time immemorial.
'Maybe, they just decided to respect my position as the heir of Seafrost,' I thought to convince myself.
Several minutes have passed since we walked the path, with silence filling the space between the guard and me. Although I had tried to strike up a conversation, the guard gave me a cold shoulder.
"Is the place you're taking me that far from the gate?"
"How far is it if you don't mind telling me?"
"..."
I asked again and again, but still got no response from this cold stone that claims to be a living being.
