Chapter 5. Mia?
This really was the best world to live in for a gamer like me. The mechanics, the structure, the sheer depth of it all—if there was ever a place meant for someone like me, this was it.
Alas, Mia was not here to accompany me.
From childhood, we were inseparable. I was the introverted, shy child—never bullied, but always afraid of conversation, of stepping out of my comfort zone. Mia had been my bridge to the world. My friend, my parent, and of course, my loving sister. Sometimes, even my boss.
Thinking about her involuntarily brought a smile to my face. But it immediately faded as my thoughts drifted to her disappearance.
I shook my head. No use thinking about it now.
Not wasting any more time, I stepped out of my room. I needed a weapon. There had to be an armory or training ground somewhere—after all, the Lancasters were Grand Dukes, not common aristocrats.
Stepping out, I was met with a hallway adorned with the same intricate gold-and-violet patterns I had noticed earlier. This time, I took a closer look. The golden lines formed the figure of a bird—fierce, powerful, regal.
"That's the sigil, right?" I murmured to myself.
The falcon. The Lancaster family crest. It was meant to symbolize power, dominance, and unwavering will.
I moved cautiously through the hallways, occasionally peeking into rooms, hoping to find an armory or a weapons rack. But all I found were lavishly decorated chambers filled with expensive furniture and grand chandeliers. No weapons.
But something was off.