The warm breeze of the border town rustled softly through the streets as Javier, flanked by Liana and Gloria, strolled casually through the marketplace—hands behind his head and completely at ease.
Vendors waved, children pointed excitedly at the trio, and Pekkos squawked cheerfully as they waddled behind them with light clattering steps.
"Young Master?" Liana asked gently.
Javier tilted his head. "Hmm? Yes, Liana?"
She glanced at him, her eyes narrowed with quiet concern. "Ari said… you should start worrying about the other Celestial vessels."
Javier yawned dramatically and shrugged. "Oh… I will. You know, when the time comes."
Suddenly, Gloria paused mid-step, her expression shifting subtly.
Then her voice changed—calmer, sharper.
"Isn't that already too late by then?" Aria's voice came through Gloria's mouth, laced with her usual elegant frustration.
Javier blinked and then grinned.
