Seated comfortably in a plush chair, I raised a delicate biscuit to my lips . With a gentle flick of my wrist, I balanced a steaming cup of coffee in my other hand, the rich aroma wafting upwards to tantalize my senses.
As I took a leisurely sip of the fragrant brew, the warmth of the coffee spread through me, chasing away the chill of the morning air.
With a contented sigh, I bit into the biscuit, as the sweetnes arrived to my sense. Each morsel was a symphony of flavors that I took delight in.
Settling back into the chair, I closed my eyes briefly, allowing myself to fully appreciate the small pleasures that brought joy to even the most mundane moments.
Sitting near me was my father, unlike me he however did not partake in nor the treats nor the coffee. A serious expression stood in his face .
''Do you desire to ask something, father?'' I spoke as I took a sip of the coffee
''Are you ever going to explain who attacked you?''
Of course he wanted to know , I sighed before answering
''His name is, or at least was , Lucas , I had some issue with him and apparently he did not share my belief that we went past them and instead attacked me. Luckily in the end through our knight's sacrifices I managed to kill him, he will not be a problem anymore....''
''Then what about Elenoir?What did she have to do with everything?'' Father asked as he knew who she was for me , or at least the past me .
''Nothing and everything at the same time, the real answer is however that I want to see her dead, after all I promised Lucas that and his parents death before I killed him . So I am just delivering my promise.'' I spoke in a calm tone , while my father highbrows furrowed in his face ''Changing topic , in the end did someone came to take Caer's ashes?''
For a small moment my father stopped frowning and gave me a small nod ''His brother took them and he will keep them inside their family's mansion''
''I see...did you decide the land to give to Roy's family?''I asked
He gave me a nod, and I sighed before resuming my breakfast.
'I still don't understand what happened to Lucas...how did he acquire those powers, in the novel there was no descriptions of such things . Honestly I expected the plot to diverge however not so early and so differently ...after all there was no way that the fact that I survived allowed Lucas to gain two news abilities in less than a month , at the start of the story nonetheless.The more I think about it , the less it make sense'
I reasoned inside my mind , unfortunately it was not the only mistery as even Baalkaroth started to act suspiciously since the start of yesterday's fight .And my questions regarding it were left unanswered by the devil.
The heavy wooden door swung open with a low creak, drawing my attention as a guard entered the room. His posture was respectful, evident in the slight bow of his head as he approached. The urgency in his movements was palpable, causing the air to thicken around us.
"Your Lordship," he greeted, his deep voice rumbling through the chamber. His eyes flicked briefly to mine before surveying the surroundings.
''I have urgent news to share,'' he continued, his gaze now focused on my father.
''Well speak, what are you waiting for?'' Father's voice cut through the tension as apparently he did not mind my presence.
''Your lordship.... the guards you sent to arrest those three peasants were butchered on the road.''
My mind reeled as I struggled to process this information. All of them? How could this happen?
'All of them?'' My father asked as I stood there eye wide
''Yes... all of them''
Lucas is dead , who the hell is there protecting those bastards? Could it be that he employed someone to protect them in case of his death?No...he was poor as a peasant he would not have the money to employ any skilled warrior and also where would he find Them?
There are too many incongruencies that have happened in such a short time, so there is probably someone else weaving the strings, after all if an entity brought me in this world ,why could it not change other things in the story....the plot being one of Them
Okay that may come for later, first of all I have to try and search for who killed them. ''Where are the bodies?''I asked with a stoic voice hiding the turmoil within
''We have taken them in custody'' He replied
'Anything worthwhile about their wounds?''I asked while raising from my seat
''It would be better if you see them yourself young master '' The guard said as he fidgeted with his eyes.
I turned to my father for guidance and saw him nod at me, giving me permission to investigate further. He too rose from his seat as he ordered the guard to lead us to where they had taken the bodies.
As we made our way through the corridors and out into the crisp morning air, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something sinister was at play.
As even in death, these guards may hold valuable clues about their killers. It would be better if I saw for myself, I thought grimly as we approached the makeshift morgue.
The guard led the way through the dimly lit corridors of the castle, his footsteps echoing against the stone walls as we followed in his wake. With each step, the tension in the air grew thicker, anticipation mingling with apprehension as we neared our destination.
Finally, we arrived at the crypt, a somber chamber shrouded in shadows. Upon a table at the center lay the body of one of the fallen guards, his form illuminated by the flickering torchlight that cast eerie shadows across the room.
The sight was enough to turn one's stomach, and as the stench of death filled the air, I felt the bile rise in my throat. Beside me, my father recoiled at the grisly scene before us, his hand flying to his mouth as he gagged in revulsion.
The sound of his retching only served to intensify my own struggle to keep the nausea at bay. With a clenched jaw and a furrowed brow, I fought to suppress the urge to vomit, the bitter taste of bile lingering on my tongue.