They spent quite some time together, with Regis remaining silent as he listened to Aurum's stories.
Each time Aurum spoke, his voice carried a tinge of sorrow.
His tone was steeped in profound yearning, like a man teetering on the edge of madness, willing to do anything just to turn back time.
Yet as he listened, Regis remained vigilant.
'How could a human harbor this much…'
Corruption.
It felt eerily similar to the aura of those who had forged contracts with demons.
But that was all it was—similar.
It resembled mental corruption, but it had not crossed the line into actual demonic power.
Regis was almost certain: it was Aurelia who kept Aurum from losing his humanity entirely.
'If this had gone on any longer… it could've been dangerous.'
Regis thought so, watching Aurum's lonely figure from behind.
At this moment, he had already finished speaking and remained silent as he gazed at the large family portrait that hung on the wall.
"Thank you, Regis."
