Look at the Other Side of the World

As he blurted out all the thoughts he had kept buried in his heart, Dragon's breathing unconsciously grew more rapid.

The fervor and restraint intertwined within him, churning in his chest until, for a moment, he even forgot where he was.

Only after his words fell did he belatedly realize—

What he had just said, if heard in another setting by another pair of ears, could almost be directly labeled as "dangerous thoughts."

The thought sent a chill down his spine, and Dragon instinctively looked around.

The private room was eerily quiet.

The doors and windows were shut tight. There were no footsteps in the corridor, and even the restaurant's clamor had been completely blocked out.

Yet even so, his nerves remained tightly wound.

"What I just said..."

He deliberately lowered his voice, and for the first time, his tone carried obvious wariness and unease.

"No one heard it, right?"

Just then—

Bzz.

An incredibly faint current, nearly impossible to detect, flashed around Rock and vanished. Like an invisible membrane, it gently spread out and enveloped the entire space.

All excess echoes, vibrations, and even any presence that might be sensed were cut off in that instant.

Rock's tone was calm. "Don't worry."

"No one can hear what we're saying."

Dragon froze for a moment, then realized what had happened. Only then did his tense shoulders gradually relax.

Rock put away his earlier casual air. He did not immediately continue speaking, instead pouring himself a cup of tea first.

The tea flowed into the cup with a crisp, steady sound.

In the exceptionally quiet private room, that sound seemed several times louder.

The amber tea swirled in the cup, reflecting his calm yet unfathomable gaze.

"The Marines believe in 'justice.'"

He spoke slowly, his voice low but every word clear.