Chapter 165: Curses 1
Chapter 165: Curses 1
"The ruins in Lonyth are located at the border of Lonyth and Wugari," Lucas said. "Aside from a few adventurers who frequent the place to try and find new relics, no one is allowed to go to that place because of how dangerous it is."
"Dangerous? How?"
"The ruins are located next to the dead lake, the black lake that produces Miasma gas. It is very deadly even for Blessed individuals. It's black and could easily blind someone. Many Adventurers who made the mistake of getting too close to the lake would not be able to come out of the ruins. The ones who survived ended up being blind and bald with burnt skin."
"A dead lake sounded ominous."
"According to the legends, the Dark Lord lived in that area. This is why the lake is black and no normal living being could survive in that place."
"No normal living being? Are you saying that"
"Precisely," he nodded. "Sorcerers to be exact. They love a place where the Dark Lord used to reside, but even they are not confident enough to get too close to the lake."
Rosalind nodded. Most of the ruins were near ominous places like the Black Forest where everything is black from the flowers to the leaves including the rain, to the dead lake where the water is black. Still, she could not help but wonder if there were any connections between the two.
Was this just a funny coincidence?
Rosalind refused to believe in coincidences.
"Ah. It seems that your sister is still going to marry that man from the Delibar family. Your grandfather wanted her to do so."
"Victoria would never agree."
"She did," the Duke was now brewing some of his favorite bitter tea.
"She let Dorothy marry into the Delibar Household?"
He nodded in response. She never expected that woman to agree to something like that, especially now that Dorothy was suffering from the curse. What was she thinking?
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The Aster Empire
Jeames could not help but grit his teeth as he watched Anthony Delibar carry his now bride toward their bridal room. This was just a part of the ceremony, but Jeames could not help but feel irritated at the fact that someone else was touching his woman. His gaze landed on the pale and thin Dorothy. She looked so weak and fragile, it broke his heart.
Yet, he could do nothing about it.
"Do we have any news?" he whispered to Loren who stood like a statue next to him. This was supposed to be a wedding, but there were no signs of celebrations inside or outside the Delibar Household.
To some, this might come as an insult to the Lux Family, but this marriage was happening in secret. This was because of Federico Lux's insistence to get Dorothy out of the Lux Mansion. The man wanted her out because of her curse! This was the same man who doted on Dorothy for eighteen years of her life!
How could he change just because of the lack of the light Blessing?
Even Jeames, who had spent his life in the Lux Household, could not answer the question.
"Nothing. There were no traces of the maid in the slums," Loren said, and as always, his tone sounded detached. It was as if he was reading from a script or a book.
It sounded like Loren never cared about Dorothy and this was making Jeames dislike the man even more.
"I am going to visit the forest again," Jeames said. He refused to believe that Rosalind could die without leaving any traces. To cure Dorothy, he needed to find that weapon.
Loren nodded without saying a word. In fact, Jeames, Loren, and the rest of their people had visited the forest and cliff more than ten times in the past few days, but they failed to see any signs of Rosalind or that white-haired man who tried to save her. They vanished without a trace.
And this was enough to frighten Victoria. The fact that Rosalind might be alive was giving Victoria nightmares. The woman had been different since that night.
However, this was no longer Jeames' concern. Right now, his priority was Dorothy, his beloved.
His eyes landed on the bridal room and, as if on cue, Anthony walked out with a blank expression on his face.
"We should go in," Jeames said. Anthony and Dorothy had to go through the ceremony just to save the face of the Lux family. However, there were no other celebrations or festivities and this was thanks to Rosalind's 'death'. It was Victoria who used this reason to avoid having a grand wedding for her daughter who was in pain.
The two of them went inside the room under the guise of Dorothy's servants. After making sure that Dorothy was doing well, Jeames quickly left. This time, he went to the slums to once again find traces of Milith. After another failure, he went out of the gates and started talking to some Unbelievers.
It was futile.
Most of the Unbelievers don't want to involve themselves in the conflicts between the Blessed families. So, it was already expected that no one told him anything. However, just as he was about to ride his horse away, a man wearing a dark cloak approached him.
"I have what you need," a croaky voice came from under the hood. Jeames tried to make out the man's face but failed. It was still daytime but he could not see anything under the robe that covered the man's face.
"Get away from me," Jeames said. "I did not come here because I need anything," he reckoned the man was a pimp, wanting to offer him a woman for the night. This immediately made him irritated.
"I know someone who can heal any curse."
"What did you just say?" Jeames never mentioned anything about curses! He just visited some tents and bought some things from the Unbelievers while striking up some conversations about the weather. He was just there to eavesdrop on their conversations, hoping that they would mention anything that could give him a clue about Rosalind and that maid.
"Curses!" the man hissed. "I know someone that can heal curses!"
Heal curses?
Jeames' face turned ugly. Clearly, the person is lying.
"I am not looking for one that can heal curses!?"
"You lie, young man, I can smell it on you. Perhaps not you, but someone close to you has received the curse." The man chuckled, his skinny shoulders shaking.
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