As Lumian strode down Rue Lombar toward the nearest public carriage stop, a sense of unease settled over him. Observing the deserted street, he dropped his voice to a hushed tone as he muttered, "Temiboros, why did you make me choose the King's Pie slice without the broad bean?"
What if he had consumed that fateful broad bean and ascended to the role of the "king"?
But Termiboros remained silent, withholding any response.
Lumian pondered for a moment, then rephrased his question.
"Though the entire incident held a few unsettling details, the outcome appeared unremarkable. It's hard to discern whether it's tied to mysticism or Beyonder powers."
After a brief pause, Termiboros's deep voice echoed in Lumian's ears.
"Next time, you could consider defying the king's orders."
