After eating and chatting with his mother about trivial matters, Adam left the dining room.
He had managed to ease his mother's concern a little... it seemed he had been unable to fulfill his father's words when he returned from the demon forest. However, it was something that could not be avoided.
Adam walked down the mansion's hallway with measured steps.
According to his memories of his past life, this was only the beginning—the first crack before the complete collapse. However... something didn't add up. He didn't remember the first tide being so violent. Nor did he remember the Kingdom of Aragon infiltrating men so soon.
Had it always been this way?
Or was his interference altering the order of events?
Perhaps it had happened in his previous life, and he hadn't noticed. After all, he wasn't the one making the decisions back then.
He exhaled slowly.
There was no point in dissecting the past now.
The only thing that mattered was the next move.
