Peering into the far distance, Veronica could vaguely see the thin mist coiling around the mountain pass. It added a mysterious mood to the place with the help of the lights in its city center.
"Master Crayson hardly comes back here. How did he earn their trust, though?" she questioned out of the sudden.
She recalled Crayson leaving the countryside at least four times for a long period of time annually. Whenever she asked where he had gone to, he would say that he went for a trip and stayed at a friend's place. He did not mention anything else other than that. Now that she thought about it, he might have returned to the hidden clan all along.
"He returns at least five to six times a year and those people would look for him sometimes. You might not know about this, but he has power here. No one can threaten his place." Mateo then added, "He's a great man."
She coldly snorted. "He is a great man."
Noticing her disapproval of Crayson, Mateo quickly descended the stairs and looked up at her. "Miss Murphy, you must've misunderstood Grandpa. He's—"
"How old are you?" she interrupted.
"Grandpa told me that you're two days older than me," he answered seriously.
There was nothing wrong with the polite way of him addressing her, yet she felt weird about it.
"It seems like you know a lot about me."
"Not much, but I mostly heard it from Grandpa. He says that you're an amazing person and—"
"Let's drop the honorifics. Just address me in a comfortable manner."
"Oh. Sure, Roni."
Veronica was rendered speechless as she never knew that they were this close to have him call her that.
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