“How much do you trust him?”0

Miliana's voice cut through the night air, filled with an edge of curiosity and skepticism.0

Karyl lightly shook the bottle in his hand, noticing it was nearly empty. 0

“Looks like we’re out of booze.”0

“Don’t change the subject. And why do you drink like some geezer when you haven’t even had your coming-of-age ceremony yet?”0

Every time she looked at Karyl, Miliana couldn’t help being puzzled. 0

Despite being only fifteen, his appearance and demeanor were far beyond his years. There were many children who looked mature for their age, but Karyl’s actions and the way he carried himself always gave off the aura of someone much older and wiser. It was unsettling.0

“I’ve told you before. Among the immigrant tribes, children start drinking much stronger stuff way earlier than this. Isn’t it the same with the barbarians?”0

“Most of those kids grimace after a single sip, unlike someone who actually enjoys the drink,” Miliana replied before emptying her own glass. 0

“After Fran collapsed, Anthem Howard swore to serve you, yet he chose to use the same poison as Tuli. He strikes me as more of a vulture clinging to the strong than a true strategist.”0

“I allowed it,” Karyl responded, his tone calm but firm. 0

Miliana shrugged, clearly looking unimpressed. Her assessment of Anthem was...0