บท 81: Speechless...

The next day, as the first rays of sunlight gently caressed the horizon, Desmond stealthily ventured into his backyard, well before the maids stirred from their slumber. 

The realization hit him anew that the demon he had captured was no mere object but a living, breathing entity. 

Ignoring the frosty tendrils of remorse that crept through his mind, he recollected burying and freezing the creature.

Step by deliberate step, Desmond traversed the landscape, his senses attuned to the subtle changes around him. 

In the vicinity of where the coachman's corpse had been interred, an unexpected sight greeted his eyes—a delicate sprout emerging from the fertile earth, testament to nature's indomitable spirit. 

Intrigued, he continued his exploratory prowl, his feet stirring up the earth until an unexpected metallic clink reverberated through the air. The hard surface beneath his foot revealed itself, an icy crust that encased the dormant demon.