Danger
This was Silei's first time coming to Tie Xi's residence. She had long heard Stella mention that there was also an Equine Therapy specialist on the farm with a very special identity, but she had not yet asked what exactly made him special.
After entering, Silei saw that the entire room had already been cleaned up, everything packed into two large boxes—Silei herself had also finished packing all her luggage, and was only waiting to set out tomorrow morning.
Guided by Tie Xi, she sat down near the bar. She looked at the room's layout with some confusion. It was only a small studio, yet she had not expected a bar counter to be set up along one side of the open kitchen.
"What would you like to drink?"
"Water."
"All right," Tie Xi said with a smile. "You don't need a little alcohol?"
"...Why?"
Tie Xi shrugged and did not answer.
Silei's legs dangled in the air from the high chair. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but it matched her current unease perfectly.
Could everything be a transaction, as long as the price was right?
After a brief moment of thought, Silei still felt that Hesta had not made any kind of deal. She believed Hesta would never exchange Albareda's death for anything—but that defense was meaningless.
A target easily hated was always more easily abandoned, more easily judged unworthy of procedure and truth. For a very long time, Silei had believed she would not fall into that whirlpool. After all, all her stances, all her convictions, existed to resist this very moment.
The fact that one person deserved his punishment did not automatically grant another person the right to execute him.
But this time, she had not stood on the position she should have held, and so