"Mm… good night, Fu Hua."
Harin curled up under the covers, her body still aching, but her heart warm.
It had been a long time since she felt this kind of comfort—
Not since those quiet mornings, dozing off against Anby's legs during patrol downtime.
Despite the pain, a soft smile crept onto her face as she drifted into sleep.
In the adjacent room, Fu Hua sat quietly, having just unlocked the White Night Deacon form.
She left the rest of the funds untouched—emergency reserves.
"Didn't expect her to want to follow me…"
She glanced at her phone.
"I was planning to contact Nicole from the Cunning Hares in a few days. Guess I'll sleep on it."
Fu Hua rose early, stretched, and headed downstairs for her morning training.
Afterward, she knocked on Harin's door.
The girl was already up.
"Lord Fu Hua! You're here. When do we head out?"
"Now. Here—clothes and shoes."
She handed over a bag.
"Your uniform's torn. Keep it stored until it can be repaired."
"Thank you, Lord Fu Hua."
Moments later, Harin emerged in a black shirt and white shorts, looking refreshed.
They hailed a taxi and returned to Fu Hua's apartment in the city center.
Harin's eyes widened at the spacious living room.
"Lord Fu Hua… was your original family background this impressive?"
Fu Hua waved it off.
"Just a place to stay. I've got 300,000 Denny left from the last commission."
"Ah, I see…"
Fu Hua pointed to the rooms.
"Mine's over there. Yours is here. We'll shop for your essentials later."
"Okay!"
Fu Hua paused, then spoke seriously.
"I saved your life, yes. But you don't owe me anything. Don't feel pressured."
"If you're set on staying with me… then find something you enjoy. That's all I ask."
Harin nodded, eyes bright.
"I understand, Lord Fu Hua."
Fu Hua stood.
"Don't push yourself. Rest. I'll train and bring dinner later."
"Got it!"
Days passed smoothly.
Harin's health improved, and she discovered her strengths.
Her sharp mind made her a natural RopeNet technician.
She quickly picked up hacking and data recovery skills.
Fu Hua soon realized she didn't need outside help for most commissions—
With Harin, everything ran like clockwork.
Harin was proud. She wasn't just tagging along—she was contributing.
And Fu Hua never demanded, never scolded.
She simply supported.
To Harin, Fu Hua was like Anby—quietly affirming her worth.
"I'm really happy being with Lord Fu Hua."
Knock knock knock.
Fu Hua stood outside Harin's room.
"Just a sec! Coming!"
After a clatter of bells and hurried footsteps, the door opened.
Harin stood there—hair messy, clothes wrinkled.
Fu Hua frowned.
"Get cleaned up. Meet me in the living room. We need to talk."
"Okay…"
As Fu Hua walked away, she sighed softly, thinking back on the past few days.