Chương 220: II Chapter 215 II Comfort and Warmth

Alone, in the vast halls of amber and high ceilings towering over his head. With echoing steps, he walked unhurriedly. Thoughts cluttered in his mind as he moved unfocused. The man's words resounded in his head along with the echoes of his steps. They were clear, and the emotion hidden beneath that deep tone held something close to… guilt. Or was Moulin just imagining it.

Shaking his head, Moulin finally stops a few steps before the massive mirror. It was then when he realized he was too busy overthinking Lord Hadrian's words that he had briefly forgotten his previous concerns. His fingers curled into fists, and he lifted his chin. The beams of warm daylight illuminated the floors behind him caused a warm shadow to enshroud his front.

Only his eyes, of pure silver, rayed with deep uneasiness, stared unyieldingly at his own image in front of him.

'Please, let it be today…' He prayed silently in his heart.