"What evil!"
Valande was shocked by this news.
After escaping the hell of Westerburg two years ago, they had not failed to send scouts to approach the ruins of the city for reconnaissance, and even Valande himself had several times risked entering the city amidst the lingering plague, but he had discovered nothing in Westerburg worthy of concern, because the Perception and protection granted by the forest were difficult to take effect in that accursed place.
He had no doubt that Lord Morphy would joke about such a thing.
But if the news was true, then their return journey to Westerburg would be fraught with danger.
"You must go back to Crimson Castle right away!"
The Grey Vulture Knight knelt before the Little Count, seriously saying to Ellen:
"You've just recovered your health; you can not risk it again in dangerous places. I will take your place and go to the ruins of Westerburg to retrieve the remains of the old count and the tools you left there.
