Kana's gaze lingered on Rudy's hand for a moment longer than necessary.
His fingers were steady, his palm open, the faintest smile pulling at the corner of his lips as though he already knew she would accept.
She let her shoulders sag, as though her resistance had finally given way under the weight of his persuasion, and then she placed her hand in his.
The high priest's grip was warm, steady—possessive.
"I knew you were wise. Trust me, Kana. With my influence, we can ensure this farce ends in your favor."
He said, his voice almost paternal.
Kana allowed a faint, grateful nod.
"I'll see to it that your trial is held tomorrow. The sooner you're out of here, the better. This place doesn't suit you."
Rudy continued smoothly.
She forced a small, almost hesitant smile.
"Thank you… High Priest."
He seemed satisfied, releasing her hand only after a final, deliberate squeeze.
"Rest easy tonight. Tomorrow, your troubles will be over."
