"It's not that I've done something absolutely wrong, but… This feeling of doing something I shouldn't, nonetheless, is quite annoying." Kizaer thought to himself as he walked through the streets of the Northern District.
He wasn't in a good enough mood to go home just yet because he knew Rymann would notice something unusual right away.
Similar situations had occurred in the past, and Kizaer had learned the hard way that it was always difficult to hide something from his grandfather. So, for now, he decided to keep walking. He didn't want to face his grandfather and have to explain what he had done, at least not right now.
After leaving the Strider Clan's territory, Kizaer ended up wandering a bit through one of the Border Markets. The day was still early, and he wanted to distract himself a little.
