"You know what the first three artworks of this hall signify?" Rafferty crossed his hands behind him during the stroll.
Kione's gaze found the artwork that hung not too far away, and of course he knew what they intended to signify—something about the unity of the Reign family. Rafferty did not wait for Kione to answer before saying, "Your mother is worried, and so am I."
"You need not worry. I have never been much better."
Rafferty stopped walking, so did Kione. "She fears that your lack of appetite towards human blood is something to worry about, is it not, son?" He frowned.
"Even if there was something worth worrying about, you can't help me, father." He said with taunting calmness. "Tell her I am faring well; it is, after all, not a lie. Especially for someone who has been walking between two worlds."
Unbothered by the way his son had spoken, he inquired more, "Is it the darkness? You can confide in us." Rafferty's brows creased deeply.
