"What happened? You seem lost in thought," Olea asked, seated within the carriage that was finally leaving the slum area and heading toward the capital's center—toward the northern palace where Princess Aleriana resided.
"...Do you think a sect called the Slum Sect ever existed before?" Kyle inquired, glancing at the pouch in his hand. He counted the hundred gold coins inside—coins that resembled taels from cultivation novels, though he preferred to call them coins for simplicity.
As he counted, his thoughts returned to the sect whose job offer had led him to become an escort for the carriages: the Slum Sect. A name that, as far as he could recall, had never been mentioned in the original story.
Perhaps it was just a low-tier sect, insignificant in the grand scheme—prompting him to ask Olea directly.
"No, it seems to have emerged recently," Olea replied, shaking her head. When she had first heard the name, it struck her as suspicious—possibly even a scam.
