364: Horror

Horror

"I do not think I can do it," Rosalind sighed. "How am I suppose to remember all of that?" She asked Lucas.2

"You are not supposed to."

True. Despite not being explicitly told by Lucas, she still felt a sense of duty to commit a few of the relics to memory.

She got up, her eyes were still on the large book. She had been here for days. Or at least that was what she would have liked to believe.

While the room did not really have a place where she could get a comfortable sleep, it had everything else from a small bathroom where she could freshen up to some very good teas that she had never heard of before.

She had no problems with food as the Duke would bring some food to her every single day.

"When are we leaving?" she asked.

"When you are ready."

"What does that mean?"

"We can leave now if you want to."

She pouted. This man was not giving her any serious answers. "What about the others?"

"They are ready."

"And… her?" she asked.

"Alive. Barely."

Rosalind pursed her lips.

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