When Ang returned to Quintina's office, daylight was slanting in through the room, falling across the documents piled on the desk. The edges of the yellowed pages curled slightly.
Quintina leaned back in her chair, one elbow resting on the armrest. There was a trace of fatigue between her brows, as though she had just been resting with her eyes closed.
Ang walked softly, making no sound as he approached.
Standing behind her, he quietly lit the Holy Light in his hand. His fingertips pressed slowly around her shoulder blades, and the warm, springlike light seeped into her muscles, gently but firmly kneading away the stiffness in her shoulders and neck.
"Mmm... that feels so good..." Quintina gave a soft hum, her eyes closed, her tone carrying a lazy hint of coquettishness.
"You've been working at your desk for too long. Your muscles are all tense," Ang said quietly, his movements as precise and gentle as ever.
Quintina did not open her eyes. Instead, she raised a hand and lightly clasped his. "Anything I do to help you is worth the hardship."
Ang smiled faintly and focused even more on his work. His knuckles pressed, kneaded, and circled as the gentle Holy Light flowed slowly along with them.
The room was quiet and warm, filled only with soft breathing and the faint sound of fingers rubbing against muscle.
After more than twenty minutes, he slowly withdrew the Holy Light and stopped his hands.
"Is it settled?" Quintina opened her eyes, her voice still slightly lazy.
"Yes, it's settled." Ang nodded, then his expression turned solemn. "There won't be this kind of problem again. As for the commander of the Garrison Camp... you should consider replacing him."
Quintina froze, then straightened in her chair. "He's been following you since the early