Chapter 176: A Relaxed Regulus
The next two days passed without incident.
Freya never brought up her question again. It was as though she'd forgotten it entirely.
Regulus didn't ask. He treated the whole affair like an open script, content to wait and see how the next act unfolded.
For him, this was a novel experience.
Since birth, he'd known what lay ahead.
Voldemort would rise. War would erupt. His family would fracture, and he'd walk straight into the teeth of it.
He believed that given enough time, even if he couldn't surpass those few at the very top, he'd at least be close enough to see their backs.
Maybe then he'd have freedom. The kind that let him chase what he actually wanted.
But he didn't have that strength yet, and freedom wouldn't arrive anytime soon.