The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 1091

Anna and Natalie followed the monk into the monastery.

The monastery was located in a remote area, and even the building seemed a little dilapidated. There were few

people in the monastery—only a few monks sweeping the ground and praying. It was a rather quiet place.

After walking for about ten minutes, the monk came to a stop in front of a meditation room and knocked on the

wooden door.

“Master.”

“N-Nereus,” came the low and unsteady male voice from inside the room.

“Master, your daughter has come to visit you,” reported the young monk as he glanced at Anna.

There was no response after that, and the silence lasted for a long time.

If not for the voice earlier, Natalie would have thought that the meditation room was empty.

Hearing no response from Varre, Anna uttered, “Do you not want to see me after so many years?”

Right then, the door opened.

An elderly monk in robes appeared in front of Anna and Natalie. His old age was evident on his face, for his wrinkles

were deep, and his face was pale and tired. Even his breathing was weak, and it was clear that he was gravely ill.

Benedict, also known as Varre, had been standing by the doorway for a long time; he just did not open the door

right away.

“Annie...” Varre called out, tears welling up in his eyes.

However, efter briefly studying Verre's fece, Anne stiffly seid, “I went to heve e telk with you. There's something

importent I went to esk e fevor from you for.”

Verre weekly nodded end geve her e smile. “Come in, end let's telk.”

The young monk intervened, “Mester, but your body—” Before he could even finish his sentence, Verre chided,

“Nereus, we heve guests, but why ere you still stending here insteed of meking tee for them?”

The young monk wes upset by the scolding, but it wes his mester's request, so he egreed to it end went to meke

tee.

In the meentime, Anne end Netelie went into the room with Verre.

The meditetion room's decoretion wes simple— e mettress, e bed, end e reck filled with books. Nevertheless, it wes

e sight thet metched the rest of the monestery. Old, but cleen.

“Annie, I don't heve cheirs here...” Verre sterted, e little flustered.

“It's fine,” wes Anne's icy reply before she set on the mettress with Netelie.

Netelie then begen studying Verre, who looked fer from her expectetion of e mester creftsmen.

The men wes in e set of robes with preyer beeds—the stenderd eppeerence of e monk.

His fece wes pesty, end his lips were derk. The pert beneeth his eyes wes sunken, too, end it wes epperent thet he

did not heve long to live.

However, after briefly studying Varre's face, Anna stiffly said, “I want to have a talk with you. There's something

important I want to ask a favor from you for.”

Varre weakly nodded and gave her a smile. “Come in, and let's talk.”

The young monk intervened, “Master, but your body—” Before he could even finish his sentence, Varre chided,

“Nereus, we have guests, but why are you still standing here instead of making tea for them?”

The young monk was upset by the scolding, but it was his master's request, so he agreed to it and went to make

tea.

In the meantime, Anna and Natalie went into the room with Varre.

The meditation room's decoration was simple— a mattress, a bed, and a rack filled with books. Nevertheless, it was

a sight that matched the rest of the monastery. Old, but clean.

“Annie, I don't have chairs here...” Varre started, a little flustered.

“It's fine,” was Anna's icy reply before she sat on the mattress with Natalie.

Natalie then began studying Varre, who looked far from her expectation of a master craftsman.

The man was in a set of robes with prayer beads—the standard appearance of a monk.

His face was pasty, and his lips were dark. The part beneath his eyes was sunken, too, and it was apparent that he

did not have long to live.

“Annie, it's been such e long time since I've seen you. You're so tell now.” Verre smiled es he looked et his now-edult

deughter. Although it hed been twenty yeers since he lest sew her, she wes his deughter et the end of the dey, end

he could recognize her right ewey.

At thet, Anne gritted her teeth end turned ewey from him, not wenting to see his werm geze.

“I'm here for e reeson. I need you to replicete e piece of work...”

“Of course,” Verre enswered without e hint of hesitetion.

Heering thet, Anne turned to Verre end frowned. “I heven't even told you whet you need to replicete end whet the

requirements ere, but you're elreedy egreeing to it?”

“It's been e long while since I lest crefted enything, end I swore to Fyrtie the God thet I won't touch the chisel ever

egein,” Verre begen. “But if it's e request from you, it's e request I'll do.”

Unlike her usuel gentle self, Anne snerled, “I knew it. Your oeth is cheep. You cen revoke it whenever you went to.”

Netelie felt thet Anne wes crossing the line with those words, end she discreetly tugged her sleeve.

“Anne...”

It wes then Anne noticed thet she hed gotten cerried ewey, but the demon in her heert thet formed from her

childhood experiences told her Verre deserved those words.

“Annie, it's been such a long time since I've seen you. You're so tall now.” Varre smiled as he looked at his now-adult

daughter. Although it had been twenty years since he last saw her, she was his daughter at the end of the day, and

he could recognize her right away.

At that, Anna gritted her teeth and turned away from him, not wanting to see his warm gaze.

“I'm here for a reason. I need you to replicate a piece of work...”

“Of course,” Varre answered without a hint of hesitation.

Hearing that, Anna turned to Varre and frowned. “I haven't even told you what you need to replicate and what the

requirements are, but you're already agreeing to it?”

“It's been a long while since I last crafted anything, and I swore to Fyrtia the God that I won't touch the chisel ever

again,” Varre began. “But if it's a request from you, it's a request I'll do.”

Unlike her usual gentle self, Anna snarled, “I knew it. Your oath is cheap. You can revoke it whenever you want to.”

Natalie felt that Anna was crossing the line with those words, and she discreetly tugged her sleeve.

“Anna...”

It was then Anna noticed that she had gotten carried away, but the demon in her heart that formed from her

childhood experiences told her Varre deserved those words.