A strangely quiet atmosphere gradually settled throughout the small dorm room after Damon's question, while the warm light from the mana lamp resting near the desk flickered softly against the walls and the distant sounds of Crownspire Academy slowly faded beneath the deepening night outside.
Meanwhile, Sahira herself paused completely after hearing the question.
The spoon within her hand slowed slightly before eventually stopping altogether.
For a brief moment, she simply looked toward Damon silently as though uncertain how exactly she was supposed to answer something like that.
Then slowly—
She lowered her head.
"…Y-young master bought me from the slave market…"
Her voice remained soft and hesitant while she lightly tightened her fingers around the edge of her clothes.
Meanwhile, Damon quietly observed her for several moments afterward before calmly asking another question.
"Didn't you ever feel curious about what your life must have been like before that?"
This time—
