Before long, Silk slowly woke.
She was gentle and innocent by nature. Having drifted from place to place for years with no fixed home, she had long forgotten what it felt like to sleep soundly in peace.
Every morning at the manor was the most secure moment of her life. There was no pressure from fate, no shadow of pursuit, no panic over having her origin force extracted.
When she opened her eyes, she saw clear daylight and gentle flowers and trees. Beside her were steady companions and those who protected her, while her heart brimmed with warm security and contentment.
Spider-Woman woke soon after.
The self-discipline forged through years of battle had seeped into her bones. Even in an absolute sanctuary of safety, she still kept a regular routine.
But now, she no longer had to awaken and immediately face danger or rush toward the battlefield.
The cold hardness of a battle-hardened warrior had faded from her, replaced by a touch of relaxed gentleness.
Loren looked at the two women before him, whose minds had become clear and whose physical origins had been completely restored. He had already made thorough arrangements in his heart.
Silk and Spider-Woman had long since entrusted him with their sincere hearts.
This attachment and devotion that crossed dimensions had long surpassed ordinary salvation and gratitude.
They were no longer temporary guests staying with him, but family worth protecting for the long term and welcoming into the rest of his life.
It was time for them to completely blend into his life and into this gentle, fulfilled big family.
The afternoon sunlight was at its most languid, warm golden light blanketing the entire manor courtyard.
Loren sat on a wooden rattan bench in the center of the courtyard, his posture relaxed and lazy.
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