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A voice filled with disbelief called out. Sharhan and Lestel turned to see a man in his early sixties with a slightly hunched back and a head full of white hair. “Butler?” Lestel’s eyes widened in recognition. Sharhan also recognized the man. It was Kuph, the former chief butler of Ailun Castle. “My word, it really is you, Young Master!” Kuph rushed forward and seized Lestel’s hands, tears streaming down his face. “What are you doing out here?” Kuph’s ragged appearance…- 264.3 K • Completed
- Chapter 8. Ailun Castle The journey after leaving the cave went smoothly. They did encounter moving corpses from time to time. Bit never more than three or four, at most seven or eight, which they could handle without much difficulty. Occasionally, they came across other survivors, but most of them avoided Sharhan and Lestel at the sight of their imposing physiques. Only a few desperate souls, their bodies nothing but skin stretched over bone, had charged at them out of desperation, only to lose…
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- Lestel’s reply was swift and resolute, as if the question wasn’t even worth considering. Sharhan slowly sat up and turned to face him. “Are you really okay with it?” Lestel sat up as well. “Yes.” “If I get the chance… no, even if I have to force it, I’ll kill him. A life must be paid for with a life.” “Of course you should. Why? Did you think I’d beg you not to, that I’d ask you to forgive him for my sake?” “No, that’s not it.” “Even if you hacked…
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- He was talking about the uncle. At Samson’s question, Sharhan’s expression turned cold. “We’ll take him with us.” If they left him behind, someone softhearted might set him free. Sharhan didn’t want pity to become a lifeline for that man. “Understood. Then I’ll–” “I’ll go.” “I’ll do it.” Lestel handed his empty bowl to Ardelle, entered the storehouse, and came back out carrying the uncle over his shoulder like a wild beast caught in a trap. His eyes were…
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- Derry couldn’t answer right away and hesitated. From his expression, it was clear he wanted to go with them, but he was likely worried that his condition would only become a burden on the journey. Sharhan didn’t press him and simply waited. “I’ll stay here,” Derry finally said, his face downcast. “I…” “It’s not because I don’t want to go with you!” he added quickly. “I really do want to go. But going along like this… I’d only slow the two of you down.” His voice…
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- His uncle’s eyes fixated on the potato and soup in Sharhan’s hands. A loud growl came from his stomach as he swallowed hard. “R-right. I just assumed the heirloom would be in your father’s bedroom safe. He always kept his most treasured items in there. But when I went to check after you left, it was gone. Sharhan, p-please, give me something to eat. That potato… you brought it for me, didn’t you?” “Why were you looking for the heirloom?” “The marquis… ordered me. He told me…
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- ‘What a mess.’ Lestel looked utterly miserable, like a puppy caught in the rain. His eyes were swollen from crying so much, and his expression was piteous. The cheek Sharhan had hit was puffy and bruised with a bluish hue. ‘I didn’t think I hit him that hard.’ Sharhan clicked his tongue. And that wasn’t all. The shadows under Lestel’s eyes were deep and dark, his complexion ghostly pale. He looked like a doll made of snow, as if he might melt away at the touch of sunlight. Sharhan…
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- When Sharhan arrived in front of the storehouse, resisting the urge to look back, Lestel caught up to him in an instant and yanked his wrist. “Talk to me now… unless you’re really trying to let me rot inside….” Lestel trailed off, panting heavily. His bloodshot eyes looked like the vessels had burst, and the tears still wouldn’t stop. Sharhan clenched his jaw as he met those green eyes, trembling with fear and anxiety like someone pushed to the edge of a cliff. “I told you I need…
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- “……” “You knew?” “…Yes.” At the quiet reply that came after a long silence, Sharhan’s body faltered. His knees nearly gave out, and he had to grit his teeth and dig his toes into the ground just to stay upright. “You understood what I was asking, right?” “Yes.” “I’ll ask again. You’re sure you knew exactly what I meant when you answered?” Sharhan turned to face Lestel. Was it the sharp chill of the dawn? Exhaustion? Or maybe just his own trembling…
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- It was Randall who kicked the dazed Alfredo and asked the question. In his arms was his son Ian, who now held tightly onto Samson’s hand. “Sha-Sharhan! Alec! Save Alec! He should be outside… th-the corpses, they’re outside now, but Alec… Alec is still out there! He only listened to them because of me! He was with some of Katun’s people… please, he’s my only son!” His uncle, who hadn’t grasped the situation in the chaos of Sharhan’s sudden appearance, turned pale as he finally…
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