Darius remained unchanged physically. He was aware that even if he could grow older in this realm, it meant nothing. After obtaining the bloodline of the Dragon Ancestor, his lifespan was so plentiful that he had a feeling that Faust would cease to exist before he met a natural end.
Darius woke up today on his comfortable bed and walked into his manor's bath. In this past year, he had constantly made small changes to his living area to enhance and optimize everything, and his small cottage had turned into a seasoned Lord's manor.
The reason he didn't do this all at once was previously because he didn't know how. He had needed to rely on his perfect memory to remember how things were like and how he saw things done, before experimenting himself until he could replicate it.
