We had tried countless delicacies—grilled fish wrapped in seaweed, glowing coral fruit that popped with sweetness, even something called "lava shrimp," which steamed as I bit into it.
Every time we stopped at a stall, Fiona didn't even blink at the price. She tossed out gold coins like they were pebbles—each one landing with a satisfying clink. It was as if money meant nothing to her.
She bought food for both of us without hesitation, her face bright and cheerful, while I just watched in quiet confusion.
She didn't seem worried about running out of funds… not even slightly. Gold coins. Not bronze. Not silver. Gold. Was she wealthy? Or just careless?
Before I could ask, she turned to me with a soft, melodic voice.
"Come," she said, her tone gentle and inviting. "Let me show you my room."
I nodded silently, curiosity sparking in my chest. Who was this girl, really? She gave comfort so effortlessly… her voice alone felt like a warm blanket draped over my heart. And yet—
