"I… I hide my wages from others," he said quietly. His voice trembled. "Including from Edric."
Lucas raised an eyebrow. "For what?"
Geralt swallowed. His fingers clenched tighter.
"My wife and I are saving," he answered honestly. "For Anya's academy expenses in the future."
Lucas frowned slightly.
…Interesting.
He crossed his arms, and his tone relaxed—too relaxed.
"For Anya, then?" he said. "Even if your friend lives in suffering?"
Geralt didn't hesitate. He nodded. "Yes."
Lucas pressed on, sharp. "Even if your friend goes hungry?"
Geralt nodded again, stiffer this time. "Yes, Young Master."
Lucas leaned forward slightly. "Even if something bad happens to Edric's baby?"
Geralt fell silent for a moment. His face went pale.
"…Yes," he answered at last. "I… will still save for Anya's future."
Lucas fell silent.
Then—
He broke into a wide smile.
"Wow," he said sarcastically. "You're cruel."
His tone was light, but pressing. "Is your heart made of stone?"
