Chapter 20: Nostalgic Breakfast
He left the confusion behind with a sigh and got out of bed with some effort. His body felt lighter than before, but a constant throb in his head reminded him that he wasn't fully recovered yet. To one side, on a carved wooden chair, rested three sets of clothing—clean, folded with almost ceremonial perfection. It wasn't his usual peasant garb, but a luxurious outfit, similar to what nobles wore: red with golden details. Surprised by the gesture, he began dressing while his thoughts wandered through a sea of unanswered questions.
As he stepped out of the room, the golden glow of the hallway nearly blinded him. This was no ordinary place. Despite being indoors, it gave off an oppressive aura. It wasn't a house; it looked more like a palace pulled straight out of an extravagant fantasy. The walls were lined with silk wallpaper, adorned with golden frames holding paintings of noble faces and ancient battles. Hanging chandeliers, forged from celestial crystal and solid mana, cast a warm, almost solar light that made the crimson carpets shimmer like liquid fire. The tall, arched windows revealed gardens bathed in sunlight, making the whole place feel immaculate.
The air smelled of floral incense, faint but constant, as if trying to caress the soul of anyone bold enough to admire its beauty.
The maids passing by glanced at him with poorly concealed discretion. Some whispered, others merely smiled and giggled amongst themselves. None dared stop him. None seemed afraid. Just an odd mix of curiosity, admiration... and perhaps, something more.
"What the hell is this place?" he murmured to himself as he walked, guided by the memories embedded by Angel.
Eventually, he arrived at a sunlit hall, illuminated by the natural light pouring in through a massive stained-glass window. There, seated at a round table made of white marble, waited Aurus Remus.
The professor looked up as he approached.
"I see you're feeling better. I'm glad. Come, eat something and let's talk."
William hesitated for a few seconds. Aurus's gaze wasn't hostile, but there was something in his eyes... a studied calm, almost unnatural. Like someone observing a wounded beast, unsure whether to heal it or put it down.
