Following the sound of footsteps, everyone turned their heads to look at the staircase.
A tall man, draped in a long robe and a checkered scarf, emerged from the corner and walked step by step toward the living room.
"Ah, Dudubi, you, why are you here?" Seeing the newcomer, Duduli's voice suddenly became soft and a bit expectant, giving Angel the illusion that Duduli seemed to have turned into a genteel young lady.
"Can't I come? Or are you saying I'm interrupting your meeting with guests?" The man called Dudubi glanced at everyone after arriving in the living room and asked softly.
Duduli quickly shook her head: "No, no, I'm just worried about interrupting your meditation."
Dudubi smiled gently: "I've long passed the age when interruptions during meditation would make me lose control… I'm happy for you to interrupt me, only you."
