Rafos and Seraphen...

Behind the white curtain was a large bed that was sculpted from a special stone. The bed has an extremely soft mattress that adorns it.

In particular, a woman was lying on her side on the bed, her left hand on her head. Although her face could not be seen clearly, the silhouette of her perfect curves could be seen through the white curtain.

"Ah…. It's you, Number 3, no, to be more precise, Rafos."

Yes, although Number 3 was not named by his father, he identified himself as Rafos.

"Yes…" Rafos replied, bowing his head. Although he knew that the woman lying there was very beautiful, he did not dare to raise his head.

He was just an ordinary warrior, an abandoned child, but in front of him is the holy maiden of Saric Sanctuary, Seraphen.

"What news did you bring me today, Rafos?"

"Holy Maiden… Savuo's plan to overthrow Selvih… failed."

"Hm?!"