"Brother, brother, what is this?" A girl, barely fifteen, dashed toward Vole Malakar, brandishing a newspaper with frantic excitement.
"Hm?" Vole's brow furrowed, a sinking feeling gripping him. His eyes widened as he read the headline:
[Jin Malakar].
"This…" His heart raced. Is this what he meant by borrowing my name? He bit his nails, scanning the surroundings nervously. His worst fears materialized as a knight approached, his voice grave.
"Sir Vole, the Veiled Mother demands your presence in the Labyrinth of Null."
Vole and the girl froze, their eyes nearly popping out. "Shit," Vole cursed under his breath.
A simple act of aid had landed him in dire trouble. This is why people don't help strangers, he thought, sighing as he followed the knight, dread pooling in his gut.
...
In the Sun Tower, Baines pored over the Silver family's treasures. Their techniques were far from trivial and nothing to scoff at. After all, they were all inspired by the wind god.
