Chapter 828: Battle in the Forest
Although Nurmengard looked massive from the outside—like one of those vampire castles built into cliffs from Muggle storybooks—once inside, it became clear that there really wasn’t much space.
Even the lowest entrance was about the size of a typical classroom, and a single staircase took up a third of it. The higher up you went, the smaller it became. Grindelwald’s only apparent companion seemed to be a thin, bare blanket.
It was obvious there had once been a sheet too, but it had already been torn to pieces.
Kyle hesitated for a long time. Maybe it was because Grindelwald’s current state was so pitiful. Eventually, he took out a few sheets of parchment and placed them on the ground. After a moment’s thought, he brought out a bottle of ink as well.
"You’ll probably need this too."
In a place like this, even sheets had to double as writing paper—there definitely wouldn’t be any ink. When Grindelwald mentioned writing a letter, he had most likely meant using his own blood on a bedsheet.
As for how he planned to send that letter, Kyle had no idea—and he didn’t want to know.
"Ah, thank you," Grindelwald said with a toothy grin.
"You don’t need to thank me," Kyle replied, pausing. "But if you try anything beyond writing..."
"You’ll kill me?" Grindelwald chuckled, as if he’d just heard a joke. "I’ve heard that line many times... Different people, different times, but always the same words."
"But you’re the bravest of them all. The others couldn’t even stand in front of me for a full minute, even though I didn’t have my wand."
"No, you misunderstood. I’m not going to try to kill you," Kyle said, shaking his head.