Vash stood at the threshold of Marina's house, his eyes fixed on the road as Arshe's car disappeared into the distance. His expression remained calm, but there was a subtle smirk playing at the corners of his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the small victory he had just achieved.
Once he was certain that Arshe was gone, Vash slowly stepped back into the house, closing the door with a quiet click before locking it securely. The living room was still, the air thick with the tension that had lingered since Arshe's visit. But Vash was unbothered by it. If anything, it only served to amuse him further.
He walked across the room, his movements slow and deliberate, as though savoring the quiet that had settled over the house. The smirk on his lips deepened as he began to speak, his voice low and smooth, though there was no one visibly present to hear him.
