In the modest monastery hall of Scenic Monastery, simplicity prevailed with no extravagant adornments. A statue of a saint, towering at ten to fifteen feet tall, was placed right in the center.

Despite its unassuming appearance, the hall was lit by the warm glow of candles. The area surrounding the saint statue was impeccably clean.

In front of the saint, a slender middle-aged monk sat with closed eyes. He was adorned in the distinctive attire of his order. Holding a strand of rosary beads, he quietly recited passages from the scripture in silent devotion.

The yellow-robed monk approached, whispering, "Abbot Lumen, Mr. Rhys has arrived."

Donovan ceased his activities, stood up slowly, and greeted Dustin. "Greetings, Mr. Rhys. It's been a while."

"Indeed, ten years have passed." Dustin nodded. "Should I call you Abbot Lumen or Prince of Carsonne, Your Highness?"

"I've left my former titles behind. Just Lumen is fine," Donovan replied, lowering his head slightly.

"Alright," Dusti