Zania followed behind Javier and his two maids, her gaze wary yet curious. She wasn't sure what to do. She had been released—without a slave collar, without chains, without any visible restraints.
And yet… she didn't run. Not because she was scared, but because… something didn't make sense.
The people. They smiled when they saw Javier. Not forced smiles. Not the fearful, hollow obedience she expected from people under a "tyrant." But genuine happiness.
"Ah! Young Master!" A merchant waved. "How about stopping by for a drink? Freshly made juice!"
Another woman from a food stall called out cheerfully, "Young Master! I just finished baking a fresh batch of egg cakes! Come and have a taste!"
Javier grinned, rubbing his chin. "Oho~ Free samples? I like that."
Liana sighed. "Young Master, you always take advantage of their kindness."
Gloria adjusted her glasses, smirking. "At this point, they should start charging you extra."
