The Retired Young Mercenary Is Secretly a Billionaire

Evening arrived gently, casting a warm golden hue over the mountains. Miles returned from the clan meeting just in time to see Hope and Asher bouncing around the spacious residence, their laughter echoing through the marble hallways. Both of them had changed into matching floral vacation clothes they found in their luggage, acting like tiny explorers on a great quest. Miles leaned against a pillar and crossed his arms, pretending to be stern. "So, what are you two up to now?"

Hope ran toward him with her arms wide open. "Big brooo! We found a secret hallway that leads to a garden with a pond!"

Asher tugged his sleeve. "And we saw a fish! A real, fat, golden one!"

Miles crouched down, ruffled both their heads, and chuckled. "Did you two ask for permission before invading the fish kingdom?"

"Nope!" they said in unison, then burst into laughter.

They chased each other around the pillars while Miles playfully dodged their little attacks. He scooped them both up, spinning them in the air as they squealed. Elena and Daniel watched the scene from the balcony with warm smiles, sipping on herbal tea as the orange sky melted into a soft lavender.

Elena turned to Daniel. "They look so happy."

Daniel nodded. "That’s what matters, isn’t it? Peace. After everything."

Just then, a soft knock echoed from the side hallway. A neatly dressed maid entered, bowing politely. "Dinner is served, young master Miles."

Hope and Asher gasped with joy. "Dinner!" they shouted, and bolted toward the dining area, dragging Miles along with them.