Chapter 54: We Are from Black Tortoise
Agne Moon stood with her arms folded across her chest, crimson eyes fixed on the three strangers before her. The wind from Moon Lake stirred her red hair, catching the faint shimmer of sunlight off each fiery strand.
She had to admit—these visitors weren't what she'd expected. The woman was strikingly beautiful, the man carried himself with an effortless calm, and the quiet girl behind him seemed more shadow than servant.
"Welcome to the Moon Tribe," Agne said finally, lowering her arms. "I'm Agne Moon."
The man inclined his head slightly, his voice smooth and cultured. "My name is Luciel. I serve as a pastor of the world—someone who teaches, and perhaps, on occasion, helps."
There was a quiet grace to the way he spoke, a calm confidence that made Agne's pupils narrow slightly. Her instincts sharpened. This wasn't some wandering missionary. His tone, his posture, the weight of his words—all revealed a man who understood more than he let on.
