Valdemir refused to talk about the deals. I meant, at first. Still, I urged him to do it. Thankfully, he gave in. It seemed that even after I tried to change myself to become better, there was still one thing that remained.
Stubbornness.
It was a good thing, though. After all, Valdemir would've to find an excuse to hide things from me again if I were too soft.
"There are three conditions that the council members demand from me in exchange for keeping you here," he said as we walked out of Photine's residence.
There were other fruit trees along the way: persimmons, milk fruit, dragon fruit, and longans. All of them had the same shimmering lights as the mangoes. It must be Photine's magic that preserved their freshness. If it weren't for the serious conversation we were having here,
