Chapter 82

At the party.

Makaria left me on my own and strictly warned me not to touch anything. Not like I was going to touch anything anyway. The slow music in the hall and chatter of people indicated that the party had already begun. I don't know where Makaria went but she told me that she would find her way to me, I don't have to look for her.

As my invisible figure strolled down the path to make my way to the party, my steps came to an abrupt halt when I came against the man for whom the party was being held.

Ragnar, dressed finely in a royal suit with his black hair nicely combed back, adding extra seasoning to his already manly vibe. He quietly walked down the path with an emotion so visible on his face, even a blind could see.

He looked sad.

Depressed.

He was really bad at hiding his emotions, huh.

Ah, how could such a simple man be so manipulative and wicked in the future.

This cruel world and his immortal life within this cruelty surely changed everything about him.

I stood like a stat