With everything settled, Lucian stood up.
A faint smile curved his lips.
"I hope that in the next year," he said, "you'll make sure Lana is completely cut off from those people."
Axel nodded.
Lucian smiled, satisfied.
Lana, completely unaware of the undercurrents surrounding Lucian, continued living her days as usual, dedicating herself to cultivation and trying to catch up with her studies.
That night, when she returned to the mansion, something immediately felt off.
The moment she stepped into the dining hall, she froze.
The entire dining table was laid out... no, not just laid out, but lavishly prepared... with countless dishes arranged neatly across its surface.
It was as if...
'No... don't think negatively.' For a moment Lana almost thought that Lucian wanted to kick her out.
Candlelight flickered softly, casting a celebratory glow over the room. It looked less like a casual dinner and more like a grand feast.
Lana couldn't help but turn to Lucy.
