In the aftermath of the altercation, the city of Vorandis was eerily quiet. The crowd was still buzzing with low whispers about the confrontation between Mira, Norrick, and Alden. Even as the spectators dispersed, the atmosphere remained tense.
Back at the mansion, Maria couldn't help but bring up the confrontation. "Mira, why did you let that bastard off so easily?" Maria asked, worry evident in her eyes.
Mira, who had been calmly drinking tea that Lina had served, looked at Maria. She set her cup down and smirked, "What makes you think I let him go?"
Seeing the confusion in Maria's eyes, Mira sighed. "Norrick is a small fry, a simple pawn. Killing him right there wouldn't serve any purpose other than to create more problems for us."
"But-"
