knock knock

"Thank you," the warden once again expressed his gratitude to Aru before straightening his back and walking over to the warrior lying on the bed – his son.

Despite the warden's intimidating appearance, he didn't seem old enough to have a twenty-year-old son, which slightly surprised Aru. However, considering he held the rank of a level 4 warrior, age might just be a trivial matter to them.

This made Aru ponder about Deva's true age.

Could he really be as young as he claims?

He appears younger than the matriarch, but surely, he must be old, right?

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Deva questioned, noticing Aru's scrutiny.

"Nothing."

"I won't give you the egg," Deva promptly declared, clutching the metal box tightly to his chest.

"Why would I even want it?"

"Don't act like you never considered cooking it," Deva's gaze remained fixed on Aru's face.