「Ten years later.」
The early winter sun streamed through the high windows of Monte Castle, bathing the reception hall in a pale golden glow.
Old Allen sat in a wheelchair, a thick woolen blanket covering him. His hands, dotted with age spots, trembled slightly on the blanket.
In an era where the average lifespan was short, living to eighty was truly a miracle. Even the church Priest said it was a special gift from the God of Truth.
When Murphy entered the reception hall with Aurora on his arm, the people present instinctively moved to bow.
Murphy raised a hand to stop them. "Today is Old Allen's birthday. There's no need for such formalities."
The past ten years seemed to have left no trace on either of them.
Aurora still looked to be twenty-three or twenty-four. Her skin was as smooth as freshly fallen snow, and her golden hair shimmered like honey in the sunlight.
