"Hey, do you all believe that Mother was a witch?"
At some point during the conversation, those words slipped from her lips, causing an immediate, subtle shift in the atmosphere.
Wasn't this interesting?
The first to react was Julian, who frowned slightly.
"Do you really still buy into that old story?"
"I wouldn't say I believe it, but Father never stopped talking about it."
"Hmph. It was just something he used to scare us as kids. If witches were real, then wouldn't demons be real too?"
"Then why did he keep bringing it up? And didn't he use the gold he got from Mother to talk about his legacy?"
The moment the word "gold" was mentioned, the atmosphere grew even heavier.
The group, who had been clouded by alcohol just moments before, now became unusually somber, as if a veil had been lifted from their minds.
Luna frowned.
"Gold? Darling, what is she talking about?"
