Chapter 73
I Next There was a time when he should have led a life centered on himself, a life that sought only wealth.
When he raised his gaze, realization dawned – he was in the midst of a dream. A soft laugh escaped from Demian, surprised by the familiarity of the scene.
‘It has been ages since I last saw this scene.’
The setting was an aged sewer, with decaying wooden planks scattered around. Rats were skittering between them, chased by a hand intent on swatting them away. And he was the one moving that hand.
Swinging it to and fro.
His frail hand would wave, expressing his irritation, as his brows furrowed. His sole aim was to keep the rats at bay, so he could sleep in peace. The narrative he had fed himself was indeed a banquet of deceit.
It felt uncannily like the past.
‘As a child, this was my everyday routine.’
The sewer served as their home – a sanctuary for him and his mother, and them alone. His father was an absent figure. To be exact, he had never encountered him. According to his mother, he was a man of nobility, belonging to a distinguished lineage.