165 A Tear in Time and Space

Back in the Demon-Hunter castle, wearing a big mantle and void of emotions, Grimm continued on religiously with his daily schedule as he made his way to the alchemy lab. He walked past the Gnaw that immediately bowed to him while it was in the middle of scrubbing the floor.

His silhouette was mysterious and calm, yet cold at the same time.

Dawn to dusk.

A year had passed in the Sorcerer World.

Today, the Gnaw diligently prepared a full course meal. However, the Myna who was sitting at the dining table took a few bites uninterestedly, and flew out of Grimm's Demon-Hunter castle, probably to meet its old friend Angelis.

With a peaceful expression, Grimm cut a piece of medium rare steak with a knife and put it in his expectant mouth. He closed his mouth, slowly and carefully chewing it.

As time went by, Grimm was already used to a tranquil and quiet everyday life.