Meanwhile, Regis had a strange look on his face on the way home.
As he walked through the streets of Harmonia, his gaze had not left his hand for even a second.
It was the same hand he had used to touch the black-haired elven girl back then.
The reason Regis tried so hard to strike a conversation with her was mainly because of three reasons: his being apologetic for being disrespectful, even if it was unintentional.
He could somewhat relate to what she might have gone through.
And finally, the feeling his instinct was giving him.
What confirmed this was the instance he had touched the elven girl.
'My Perfect Adaptation worked as soon as I touched her…'
Regis thought inwardly as he passed by the crowd.
'Strange. Really strange. It's not like Aurelia's gift… I'm not really sure how to explain it. If only I could spend some more time with her, then maybe I'll be able to…'
Thinking of this, he heaved out a heavy sigh.
