"Thank you again." Dante whispered with the tiniest voice he could produce, barely moving his lips.
That was the best thing he could do to avoid feeling pain. It wasn't like he was afraid, just that it made Anastasia feel uncomfortable.
Of course, there were some scratches that were unavoidable, which caused Anastasia to shut his mouth again.
That was the second day of Anastasia feeding him. As she promised, she truly returned.
"I'll see you tomorrow then." Anastasia stood up with the plate: "And you don't have to thank me every time. I'm just doing my job."
Dante blinked to her as an alternative to talking. Two blinks meant okay.
Simultaneously, a small obsidian-black coin materialized in front of him, attached to his Wheel of Luck through a string of misfortune, making it invisible to the others.
It had two different sides.
