"I don't care what kind of request you've asked the Moonshard to handle," the elderly man said, his voice edged with suspicion. "But tell me—who are you?"
Emery remained calm, responding evenly, "I've requested them to find information about travelers and their whereabouts."
The mention of travelers visibly startled the elderly man. His brows furrowed deeply as he leaned closer, scrutinizing Emery's expression. "Travelers? Why do you want to know about them? Wait… you're not a traveler, are you? No, that can't be! A Magus Realm traveler? That's unheard of!"
"I am," Emery replied casually, his demeanor unwavering.
"You what?!" The old man's shock was palpable, his voice rising in disbelief.
Emery was well aware of the stigma surrounding travelers in the Tartarus Realm. Their reputation was far from favorable—viewed with distrust, hunted by factions, and often forced to live under false identities. However, some had managed to integrate into society, carving out new lives.
