__Somewhere, in Wellington city__
The apartment was small, a little cramped, but undeniably cozy. Warm brick walls were lined with vibrant paintings, and a soft gray carpet covered the wooden floor. In the corner sat a modest dark-gray sofa, brightened with colorful pillows, just big enough for Lydia to sprawl across during her rare moments of rest.
Everything had been provided by Noxcra as a practical gesture to help her settle in while carrying out her mission.
at the moment, Lydia sat at a small round wooden table near the sliding glass door. The evening light filtered through the glass, painting soft streaks across her laptop screen.
After typing for a few moments, she paused, propped her chin in one hand, and took a slow sip of tea. Then, with the faintest trace of irony tugging at her lips, she scrolled past yet another headline: 'The Saintess Moves the Masses—Miracles or Destiny?'
