Volgograd (11)

Ang had never imagined that one day, he would truly possess such happiness.

At first, he had indeed worried that Quintina and Natiya might harbor resentment toward each other—after all, when two outstanding women with strong personalities stayed together, friction was inevitable.

Yet reality exceeded his expectations.

At some point, the two had gradually grown close, working together seamlessly, and now they were often inseparable.

Perhaps because they both understood how important the other was to Ang, they had long since formed a special emotional bond.

And tonight, Ang finally experienced the fulfillment he had never dared hope for.

Morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains into the room, and the atmosphere inside was quiet and gentle.

Ang lay in bed, turning his head to look at Quintina and Natiya beside him. Their breathing was soft and steady, and traces of satisfied smiles still lingered on their lips.

He slowly raised a hand and softly chanted a spell. Holy Light Blessing descended gently, warmth seeping into their skin and soothing their exhausted bodies from the night before.

The two shifted slightly, dreamy expressions appearing on their faces, but neither woke.

A doting smile rose on Ang's lips, and he did not disturb them further.

He quietly got up and left the room. After washing up, he went to find Dana.

After finding Dana, the two sat down and chatted briefly about some miscellaneous matters in Dana's knight territory.

Dana then told him about what he had been doing recently, complaining that days without battle were boring. Ang nodded. "Then come with me to the Volgograd Frontline."

Dana's expression turned serious, and he immediately agreed before turning and striding toward the teleportation array.

Ang then gathered the mages and told them that this mission would require magical support.

Puli put down