An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

In the modest monastery hall of Scenic Monastery, simplicity prevailed with no extravagant adornments. A statue of a saint, towering at ten to fifteen feet tall, was placed right in the center.

Despite its unassuming appearance, the hall was lit by the warm glow of candles. The area surrounding the saint statue was impeccably clean.

In front of the saint, a slender middle- aged monk sat with closed eyes. He was adorned in the distinctive attire of his order. Holding a strand of rosary beads, he quietly recited passages from the scripture in silent devotion.

The yellow-robed monk approached, whispering, “Abbot Lumen, Mr. Rhys has arrived.”

Donovan ceased his activities, stood up slowly, and greeted Dustin. “Greetings, Mr. Rhys. It’s been a while.”

“Indeed, ten years have passed.” Dustin nodded. “Should I call you Abbot Lumen or Prince of Carsonne, Your Highness?”

former titles behind. Just Lumen is fine,” Donovan replied,

a faint smile. “Lumen, I’ve come today with some questions that I hope you can help me

these questions related to events

decade ago, you hadn’t embraced monkhood yet and wielded considerable influence in Aylka. You possessed information that could shed light on certain matters. I was hoping

cling to

a mix

the truth isn’t wrong, is

unknown. Pursuing them might bring harm

prepared for whatever consequences may arise,” Dustin asserted

past. Ten years ago was a different time.” Donovan

can’t let go of this matter,” Dustin said, shaking his head. “And it seems even you

was once the Prince of Carsonne. But why would he suddenly become a monk? Ultimately, it was because of