"How can I save you?"
Little Sheron flew over and hugged the thick, leather-bound book, which was locked with a padlock, as described by her father. Before she was carried out of the study by a Valande Knight, she screamed:
"Tell me! At least tell me one way! Father, Mother! Tell me!"
"Only rest is the best blessing for the dead, my child."
The old earl's deep voice echoed in the darkness, surging with a restrained urge to destroy, as he said:
"When we meet again on the battlefield, please purify us by your own hand."
"Bang"
Doors of the crumbling castle closed one after another in the cold wind, and under Sheron's gaze, a layer of eerie black frost spread from the ground, quickly sealing all access roads.
This signified farewell.
It also signified a self-imposed seal.
