Inside Sun's domain, the scenery before them was unexpectedly simple—a cozy cottage standing amid the endless golden light and vast grass.
The sight made Claude pause for a moment, his gaze softening as a hint of nostalgia washed over him.
"Hmph… I shouldn't have destroyed all the houses in that town," he murmured to himself.
Morion tilted her head. "Why is that, Father?"
Claude exhaled lightly, stepping toward the cottage. "That town was where I grew up. This house… it's a miniature replica of it."
As he pushed open the door, the warm, comforting scent of corn soup filled the air.
Inside, Claris stood by the stove, holding a steaming pot, while Onyx sat quietly on a chair.
Meanwhile, the other twin—the one in its monstrous form—was sprawled on the floor like a loyal hound.
The moment Claris's gaze landed on Claude, her face drained of color. Her hands trembled, and the pot slipped from her grasp.
