The crowd quickly left the grand hall, leaving only Velen and Anastasia behind.
"Velen, I know you have many secrets, things that no one else knows. We all do. That's why I never questioned you about the Flame Dragon Furnace or the Nine Dragons Cup when you brought them out."
"But today, I must ask—who exactly is that one-eyed, red-haired man to you?"
Anastasia's gaze was sharp and unwavering, as if she were trying to see right through Velen.
Velen, however, remained unfazed by her scrutiny, meeting her gaze head-on.
Anastasia, whose temperament was more reserved, was the first to falter and look away.
Velen smiled faintly and nodded. "Actually, he's my guard."
Not a chance!
Anastasia refused to believe it.
That one-eyed, red-haired man was unimaginably powerful—how could he possibly be just a guard for Velen?
Even in the Upper Plane Universe, that man would be an apex existence. Why would someone like him lower himself to serve as Velen's guard?
