A few days have passed since I got out of prison, but it didn't mean I have it easy because I'm out of it now.
Although I am, on paper, allowed to go out, I have magic restriction shackles and have four Axi'an soldiers guarding me 24/7 along with other several Gardelian Soldiers and Bovalian Knights.
Might as well say that I'm in a mobile prison with this many guards watching my movement.
Currently, I'm in the palace's dining hall with the Axi'an Prince, Zyph, and Rishna having lunch together.
With us eating on a somewhat large round table, no rank or honor was higher than the other. On this table, everyone was equal including me.
Even though it's currently quiet, this silence is a political strategy in and of itself.
We're just waiting for someone to start speaking to initiate a conversation.
Looking at the prince, he just finished his meal and is wiping his face with a napkin eloquently.
