Chapter 97: 097. The Gate of Heaven
It was early morning. Veris brewed coffee with hot water he had boiled himself.
Drip, drip.
The liquid was pitch black. Normally, Veris would find such a task bothersome, but today, he felt restless and compelled to do it.
"Veris-nim?"
"Arwen."
Arwen entered the kitchen, her face weary as she rose like dawn.
She was not the usual composed maid but rather a typical girl. Rubbing her eyes, it seemed she was still half-asleep.
"How come you're up so early? Veris-nim, you usually love your sleep in the mornings."
Arwen quietly approached Veris, her gaze now fixed on the coffee he had made.
The white steam wafting up from the freshly brewed coffee was a common sight. Yet, Arwen seemed to sense something unusual.
"Are you troubled?"
Having spent nearly a lifetime by Veris's side, Arwen possessed a strange ability to infer his current feelings based on his minor actions.