Monk Anaro slowly approached Lana, their footsteps soft against the marble floor, and with gentle smiles, they handed her a small bag.
The moment Lana saw it, her brow arched slightly.
"On my behalf," Monka Anaro smiled, pushing the bag toward her, "it's just a small gift. You should accept it."
Lana hesitated, her fingers brushing the fabric of the bag as if weighing more than its physical weight. 'Is it really fine?' After a brief pause, she accepted it and lifted her gaze toward Monka Anaro.
"How are you now?" she asked quietly.
Monka Anaro's smile widened, warm and oddly serene.
"I have an angel protecting me," he said lightly. "How could I possibly be in trouble?"
Hearing those words, Lana couldn't help but smile softly.
A sense of calm washed over her chest, and before she could say anything more, Monka Anaro turned and left, his figure disappearing down the dimly lit corridor.
Soon, Lana found herself alone in the vast mansion with Lucian.
