The golden sunlight reflecting in Lana's blue eyes made it seem as if specks of gold were hidden in them.
The atmosphere, however, stilled due to the word 'money.'
The kind smile on Monk Anaro's face vanished instantly, and his hand, rotating the prayer bead, froze.
Before Lana could continue, Monk Anaro's voice, laced with feigned gentleness, echoed, "Child, you shouldn't harbor greed for money. Even though Lady Mathilda's case may seem tricky, it can be solved quite easily. And even if you want to demand money, please present it to Lady Mathilda."
With that, he turned to leave. His steps were rapid, as if hounds were chasing after him, making Lana feel speechless.
'Looks like he misunderstood my words. But does he have to react so strongly?'
After recovering from her daze, Lana, with rapid steps, caught up with Monk Anaro and cleared her throat to grab his attention.
As a result... Monk Anaro sped even more.
Lana: Well, that was unexpected.
