A day had passed since the small party arrived at the ruined watchtower. During that time, nothing particularly noteworthy had occurred apart from Oliver methodically clearing three floors. He worked without pause and with considerable caution, ensuring his movements remained quiet enough to avoid drawing the attention of anything deeper within the structure. Meanwhile, Phaedra was enjoying herself immensely, spending her days feasting on Flesh Fruits and making frequent visits to the newfound water source on the second floor.
Clearly, Oliver had no intention of forcing her to do anything for the time being. He had far greater plans for the tiny girl, plans she remained completely unaware of. Strangely enough, he found the arrangement rather pleasant. Without complaints, destruction, or unnecessary complications from her, the atmosphere had become unexpectedly peaceful.
