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Chapter 12 - CHAPTER 12 - The Master's Absence

 Hana woke up to the sound of knocks on the door. She stretched her arms and yawned, feeling a sense of refreshment after a good night's sleep. She got out of bed and walked to the door, opening it to find Elera standing there with a warm smile.

 "Good morning, Hana," Elera said, holding up a beautiful white mid-thigh gown with black lace bra and panty. "I brought you some clothes. I thought you might like to wear something comfortable today."

 Hana took the clothes and thanked Elera, but as she looked around the room, she noticed Thane's absence. "Where is Thane?" she asked Elera, feeling a slight pang of concern. Elera's expression turned serious. "The master went to visit his arch-nemesis," she said, her voice low and mysterious.

 Hana's eyes widened in surprise. "His arch-nemesis?" she repeated, feeling a shiver run down her spine. Elera nodded. "Yes. He didn't say much, but I could sense the tension in his body. He's been gone since early morning."

 Hana felt a surge of worry and curiosity. Who was Thane's arch-nemesis, and what did he want with him? She thanked Elera again and took the clothes, deciding to take a bath and think more about what Elera had said.

 As she soaked in the warm water, Hana couldn't help but wonder about Thane's past and the secrets he kept hidden. She felt a sense of unease, knowing that he was out there, facing danger alone. After that episode last night.

 After her bath, Hana took her time dressing up in the walking closet, carefully selecting a comfortable outfit that Elera had laid out for her. She chose a cozy pair of home slippers to wear on her feet, feeling grateful for the small luxury. She dried her waist-long, wavy brown hair and styled it in loose curls, feeling like a new person.

 As she descended the stairs, she couldn't help but admire the beauty of Thane's castle-like mansion. The high ceilings, the grand chandeliers, and the intricate carvings on the walls all seemed to whisper tales of a rich history. She felt like she was walking into a fairy tale.

 Elera led her to the dining table, where a lavish meal was spread out before her. "Please, Hana, eat as much as you like," Elera said, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "You must be starving after last night and last morning."

 Hana blushed for not eating the morning before and nodded gratefully and dug in, savouring the flavours and textures of the delicious food. She had never tasted anything so exquisite in her life. As she ate, she couldn't help but admire the beautiful table settings and the stunning views of the garden outside. She had never tasted anything so exquisite in her life. As she ate, she couldn't help but wonder about Thane's wealth and status. Who was he, really, to afford such a grand lifestyle?

 After finishing her meal, Hana leaned back in her chair and sighed contentedly. "That was incredible," she said, her eyes closed in bliss. "Thank you, Elera." As she finished her meal, Elera smiled and patted her hand. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Hana. You deserve it after all you've been through."

 Hana smiled back, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Elera. "Thank you, Elera. You've been so kind to me." Elera's expression turned serious. "I'm just trying to make up for Thane's...distance. He can be a bit... prickly, at times."

 Hana's curiosity was piqued. "Prickly?" she repeated, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Elera chuckled. "Yes. He has a tendency to push people away. But I think he's starting to soften up around you."

 Hana's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. Was it possible that Thane was starting to develop feelings for her? She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present moment. "I'm just glad he's willing to help me," she said, her voice sincere.

 Elera nodded. "Yes. Thane may have his flaws, but he's a good person at heart. And I think he's starting to realize that you're special, Hana."

 Thane arrived at Tyson's, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew Tyson was trouble, but he wasn't going to back down. As he entered the dimly lit room, Tyson sneered at him, his eyes gleaming with malice.

 "Thane, Thane, Thane," Tyson taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're so predictable. You think you can protect everyone, but you can't even protect yourself." Thane's eyes narrowed, his fists clenched. "What are you talking about, Tyson?"

 Tyson snickered. "I'm talking about Sapphire, of course. You failed to protect her, and now she's gone. And now, you're trying to protect the Hunter's daughter? Please, Thane. You're no match for me."

 Thane's anger flared, and he launched himself at Tyson. The two of them clashed, their fists flying as they fought. Thane was a skilled fighter, but Tyson was ruthless, and he would stop at nothing to win.

 As they fought, Thane couldn't help but think of Hana, and how he had to protect her. He couldn't let Tyson get to her, no matter what. With renewed determination, Thane landed a solid punch to Tyson's jaw, sending him crashing to the ground.

 Thane and Tyson clashed in a flurry of punches and kicks, their movements lightning-fast as they battled for dominance. Thane's skills were honed from years of combat training, and he landed several solid hits on Tyson, who stumbled backward under the assault.

 But Tyson refused to yield, his eyes blazing with fury as he launched himself at Thane. The two of them crashed together, their bodies locked in a fierce struggle. In the end, it was Tyson who lay on the ground, his body battered and bruised. Thane stood over him, his chest heaving with exertion, his cheeks and arms scratched but otherwise unharmed.

 Tyson glared up at him, his eyes filled with hatred. "You may have won this time," he snarled, "but I'll be back, and next time, you won't be so lucky." Thane smiled grimly. "I'm not lucky, Tyson. I'm just better than you."

 As Thane turned to leave, Tyson spat at his feet. "You may have beaten me, but you'll never have Hana. She's mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep her mine." Thane's eyes narrowed, his grip on his sword tightening. "You'll never touch her again, Tyson. I swear it." And with that, Thane walked away, leaving Tyson to nurse his wounds and plot his next move.