"If the Witch's Family asks, just say you accidentally stumbled upon the key yourself. So, anything you find in the Dark Ancient Tower will be yours, and you don't need to report it to the Witch's Family. Understand? This trip to the Dark Ancient Tower, Madam Triss hopes that within your capabilities, if Anya is in trouble, you'll secretly help her. But if not, then don't interfere. And don't mention this to Anya. If she asks, just say it's helping out a friend, without mentioning Madam Triss. Ah, Madam Triss really went to great lengths for this son."
Levi tucked away the key, smiling ruefully. "Alright, I understand. Parents do everything for their children. Anya and I are friends, and if he's in trouble and within my abilities, I won't stand idly by!"
Levi's words were sincere, not just because of the ancient tower key.
Levi had come to appreciate Anya's character over the years: quiet, reliable, and even a bit naive and kind-hearted.