When Cermin entered the castle, he didn't expect it to be so dark. There were only a few candlesticks scattered, but the chandeliers weren't turned on.
The portraits also seemed to be covered by black cloth.
"Er….. Why is it so dark here, kind sir?" He asked as he followed him around, the bite mark on his neck still visible every time the candlelight dances over it.
The Crow Baron only smiled. "Because everyone is asleep, and the lights might disturb them."
"Everyone? You mean the other girls you saved?"
"Yes. They are sleeping peacefully at this time. Dreaming and dreaming until I knock on their door and invite them for dinner."
Cermin narrowed his eyes. He saw the keys hanging on the Crow Barons hand, twirling it around and playing with it.
He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he can sense that the Crow Baron was being too casual around him. Like he was taunting Cermin to lose his guard.
