Salana carefully considered the question she was asked, her mood dropping instantly. Should she answer the question? Should she tell her the truth? It wasn't as though it was really a secret. Eventually, people might find out about it, but she was sure the bastard would do his best to avoid having that happen. He liked being well-perceived by others, you see, and even people who would do anything to get what they wanted generally wouldn't do something like what he did. It was nothing more than spitting in the face of the Moon Goddess by separating what she put together.