I looked at the middle-aged man standing next to my father, wearing a monocle.

He appeared to be around my father’s age, but his face bore an uncanny resemblance to Aurora’s—almost excessively so. There was something mysterious about him, almost dreamlike.

Moreover, his attire was unique.

He was wearing knee-length breeches, commonly known as culottes, fastened at the knees—men’s fashion that had gone out of style nearly a century ago. Over his vest, he draped an elegant outer garment reminiscent of a dopo, cinched loosely at the waist with a gold-threaded cord.

It looked like a fusion of Eastern and Western styles, yet it was impossible to determine which era or country it belonged to.

He almost seemed like an immortal transcending time.

Standing with his hands clasped behind his back, the man gazed at my father with an expression impossible to decipher.

Was this the kind of face one would expect from someone who had mastered all the truths of the world? Just meeting his gaze was enough to make me feel overwhelmed.

But my father didn’t so much as flinch, even while looking directly at him. As expected of my father.

I had no idea how the two had come to meet in this place, but the man was the first to break the silence.

“The first human to recognize that the spring water was a special energy source was Agrion Segrave, the founding patriarch of the Segrave family.”

His voice was calm, as if he were reciting poetry.

“The primordial origin, the beginning of all things.@@novelbin@@

The water of life, sung by the stars and praised by the heavens and earth.

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