The next morning dawned with a faint golden glow spilling through the half-drawn curtains. Nathan stirred awake, his body feeling lighter, his spirit far more refreshed than the days before. The bonding moments he had shared last night—with Khione's serene yet quietly affectionate presence, and with his cold but undeniably adorable daughter, Nivea—still lingered in his heart like a cherished dream.
It was moments like those that recharged him, that reminded him why he continued pressing forward despite the burdens and the endless schemes surrounding him. Without such moments, the weight of battles, politics, and gods might have tired him long ago.
He didn't care who the enemy was—be it an Emperor on a gilded throne or gods in their lofty heavens—anyone who dared threaten the happiness of his women or his children would be erased without hesitation.
