It has been eight years now, and Calus and Lina had become like father and daughter.
Slowly, he laid down his sword, and blood became a rare sight as he distanced himself from killing.
Lina had filled the void in his heart, and as she grew, Calus could swear she resembled Eva even more. At this point, he even doubted if Eva had a twin they never knew about.
Now, at eighteen, she was beautiful—a young maiden.
Over time, Calus had settled in the city, built a flourishing business, and enjoyed each day with Lina.
Of course, like Eva, Lina was mischievous and had tried on several occasions to match Calus with women. But Calus always calmly declined, even though many of those women had already developed a faint attraction to him because of his handsome features.
*****
At a manor on the east side of the city…
The scent of delicacies being prepared spread through the air, and the servants all wore envious expressions.
