As the first rays of dawn illuminated the room, Lumian slowly opened his eyes, awakened by the gentle chime of bells from Église Saint-Robert.
The previous night, he had stayed at Auberge du Coq Doré.
He raised his right hand to touch his head. His bald head had grown thick and healthy hair once more.
Leaving the comfort of his bed, Lumian walked over to the full-length mirror and saw a reflection that looked both familiar and unfamiliar.
Back in Cordu, his hair had never been dyed golden.
But in the morning light, he couldn't help but smile, feeling better than he had in a long time.
At the very least, he didn't meet with failure with everything he did. Killing and taking revenge didn't pose a problem.
