The Chastire Museum was not a well-known museum amongst the masses, but it holds a great significance amongst the nobility and royalty for one particular reason: it was a political monument to symbolise friendship between the two countries Auglarus and Clomodor, and its artifacts were mainly centred on an important figure.
Great Queen Elister Demarchelle Blanche.
Elister Blanche was one of Marianne's ancestors, and she was the first Moon Saint in the history of Auglarus. She was named when Auglarus was in its golden age around two thousand years ago. She married the King of Clomodor of that time, King Augustus, and helped bring the country into its golden age of peace and development. Although she was later beheaded due to some political reason, her name remains highly regarded in history.
Libitina and her servants walked quietly through the silentcorridors. The portentous building rarely entertained guests and a thick smell of mothballs wafted through the air. Libitina waved her fan slightly, and the mothball perfume dissipated somewhat. Soon, they reached a tall mahogany door.
An impressive bolt hung on it. Libitina paused. It seems that, unlike the other simpler locks, this lock is enchanted with a high-level defence magic rune, and touching the bolt even lightly will sound the intruder alarm. Delicate magic is needed.
'Tudor, are you there?'
'Yes, Master, do you need me?'
A dark shadow appeared from a little tornado in the air and landed on Libitina's shoulder.
'I just need some coordination. Stay with me.'
'Yes, Master.'
Libitina concentrated Tudor's power into the bolt and soon, the trio could hear it unlock. Persephone's magic is useful in such times due to its qualitative dominance over other magic sources, which makes it easy to override magical spells performed by other wizards or witches, and that it can be undetectable if Libitina wills it. No one would be able to trace their tracks.
They made their way into the dark room.
In the centre of the room was a cabinet that lighted up once the door was opened. The regal and well-preserved gown of age two thousand stood proudly behind the glass walls. On the faceless mannequin, the various jewellery and royal crown of Great Queen Elister shone subtly under the gentle light, and on the mannequin's ears hung the most intricate and delicate pear-shaped emerald earrings that the royal jeweller had to offer to the country's mother in that foregone era.
The Tears of Madonna.
While both the Tears of Madonna and Marianne's Bracelet of Blanche had jewels that refracted numerous times, the Tears of Madonna were exquisite in their pear shape and the numerous 24-carat small diamonds embedded around it, resembling white blossoms surrounding a deep pool of clear lake water in the middle of spring. In contrast, the round-cut white diamond in the Bracelet of Blanche where Tudor was sealed in was more like a luminous moon in the night, brilliant and pulsing in aura.
'Tudor, is that it?'
'Yes. I can sense something familiar coming off the necklace core.'
Libitina walked swiftly up to the cabinet. Together with Tudor, she performed the same unlocking sequence. She controlled the wind to slowly release the jewelled necklace from the mannequin's neck and transported it to the case that Elizabeth had prepared.
"Slowly…
"Okay. Good. Let us leave now." Libitina nodded when the necklace was safely within the box and let out a sigh of relief.
She locked the glass cabinet and the door. Peter and Elizabeth looked around cautiously to check that their surroundings were clear. However, they did not know that when Libitina had Tudor use his wind sensory abilities, he had detected a suspicious spiritual fluctuation in the air nearby.
'Master.' The owl was worried.
'I know,' Libitina frowned, but decided not to cause a ruckus. Instead, she pulled her hood down lower over her face. Luckily, Tudor had disguised itself as a dark shadow when it appeared. It seems the precautions were well-taken.
She glanced at her servants. Peter and Elizabeth nodded grimly and tightened their grip on their weapons, on guard. Quickly, the trio and Tudor disappeared back into the night, the howling wind masking their presence.
In the shadows, a nondescript servant watched their leaving backs from the corner of the building, before fading back into the darkness quietly.