Francis observed Nicolai’s visage, gasping in anticipation. However, to his disappointment, there was no traceable satisfying reaction. The hint of dejection, agony, or remorse that he wished to uphold between the folds of this ever-motionless face of his friend. Simply, it didn’t even exist. Walking on the shattered glass beneath his footwear, Francis left the room, not looking behind. Despite …

Francis tracked the sight-line of Kanari, while his heart pumped to know what could have scared her. His lips formed a wide curve against his will, as he watched the young girl’s nervousness grow with each approaching step from someone he couldn’t see, but he could feel his presence. He watched as the stress consumed the young girl to the …

“What is it?”The Count asked, forcing his butler to return from his mind trip to the present moment.“I am sorry for the distraction, Sir.” The Count supported his body weight on his two palms, using the desk as a prop. Helping his legs to move his torso that got glued to the seat while he denied: “No, I truly needed …

Before the butler finished returning the contract and locking the wooden box. He got startled by a light knock on the firmly sealed entrance. Therefore, he hurried to hide the box in the drawer under his desk, then he proceeded to open the door. Seaben’s orders were as clear as a full moon on a murky night. When he discovered …

The annexed hall wasn’t as big or as glorious as the main hall. Nevertheless, it had its own charm and beauty. The hanged paintings, the marble statues on the corners at the entrance. They can’t be described as less than the ones in the main hall, yet very different in style and allure. Not so long ago, the head of …

The intensive thinking process made Rokah collapse on the bed. Like a lifeless stick, he was working his brain high and low, reasoning about the potential locations the Lycanthrope could use as a hideout. Since it was impossible for him to search in each and every bit in the whole village. Judging by the Lycanth’s bad physical condition, he must …

Rokah got out of Mr. Hendrickson’s personal chamber, intending to never comply with his plot. He didn’t want the man to get what he desired. It was simply payback for what has happened with the crimson lord and his butler. If Mr. Hendrickson didn’t stalk him, Rokah wouldn’t have attracted the unwelcome attention of the magus. And his plan to …

Rokah decided to be honest with himself. He actually never hated Mr. Hendrickson. He never felt the string of loathing violently vibrating in his presence, as much as he sensed his organs torn apart whenever he thought of the Aractanthrope or the hairy magus. Was he biased? Was it because Mr. Hendrickson was physically weaker than him? And he could …

Since Mr. Hendrickson lost his personal maid; Be-an, the process of taking care of trivial matters like his clothes became a heavy and wearisome routine. Mainly, because of his unwell leg. Though the Count commended his butler to assign a few maids to him, yet they couldn’t replace Be-an. Maybe because of her long stay with him, made her understand …

The inner darkness was draining the thread of life out of the music room – previously the study room, except for an unyielding shallow light sustained by a small candle near the window. After each definite period of time, a tune resulting from a careless push on one of the piano keys, delivered from the inner part of the savage …