The Temple of Azraelle II

"Don't worry about it, Vanessa. We'll try to do something, but then there is a problem," paused Emelia, putting her hand under her chin. "We cannot involve ourselves with the temple. As agreed with a signed contract," Emelia knew much about the relationship between them.

"I am aware of that. The Princess doesn't need to help me. I'll find a way to earn more money," Vanessa clenched her fist. She knew asking for help won't save her.

"No, even if we're not supposed to. I'll find a way to do so," Emelia said.

Once Vanessa calmed herself down, she left the office to finish the leftover tasks she needed to do. While Emelia stayed inside her office, reading the files, Zed gave her the other night. Her lips curled into a smile, seeing similar cases like Vanessa's.