The one who had been hunting him.
The one Estov had given half his cultivation to before everything went wrong.
The message was clear: 'I'm here.'Heena stared at the porcelain head for a long moment, then very calmly closed the box, set it aside, and poured herself a drink.
"That 'bastard'," she muttered.
Estov hadn't just failed to do his job—he'd brought his own personal disaster into 'her' world. And now she had to deal with whatever unhinged revenge plot this obsessive ex was planning while also managing everything else.
"At least my investment in Larus was the right call," she said to no one in particular.
System 427, who had been watching the whole thing, said nothing.
There was nothing 'to' say.
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Currently, Heena and Larus were sitting in one of the palace gardens, a small table set between them, afternoon sunlight filtering through the trees overhead.
Heena took a sip of her tea and paused.
She blinked.
Took another sip.
