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?”

left my former titles behind. Just Lumen is fine,”

smile. “Lumen, I’ve come today with some questions that I hope you

related to events from

considerable influence in Aylka. You possessed information that could shed light on certain matters. I was hoping you could reveal the truth

why cling to the

held a

but seeking the truth isn’t wrong, is it?”

unknown. Pursuing them might

consequences may arise,” Dustin asserted

Rhys, let go of the past. Ten years ago was a different time.”

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

would he suddenly become a monk?

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