Chapter 271: The Headmaid (2) The Agreement
"He kept a ledger in his private study," Althea whispered as they lay together in the afterglow. "It details all his dealings, both legitimate and otherwise. With it, you can identify and root out the remaining corrupt officials and rebuild Grafen’s administration. But that’s not just it. There is also a gold vault inside,"
Lyan listened intently, realizing the depth of Althea’s resourcefulness. "Thank you, Althea. Your help is more valuable than you know. Together, we’ll restore this castle and the city."
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I’m with you, Baron Lyan. For as long as you’ll have me."
Lyan caressed her face gently, feeling a surge of gratitude for Althea’s loyalty. "Then let’s begin. Show me everything you know about this castle, starting with the hidden rooms."
Last night, unlike the others, there was no sign of the Monster Child being summoned by the grimoire. It’s the same thing that happened with Solia. Maybe it’s because she hasn’t opened her heart fully to him yet.
He knows. On the other hand, her approach to him is just a way for her to cling to life and to make sure that I won’t hurt her or make history repeat just like how the Count treated her
Althea dressed quickly and led Lyan through the winding corridors of the castle. The walls were still adorned with opulent decorations, a stark contrast to the recent carnage. They reached a narrow staircase that descended into the depths of the castle, shrouded in darkness. Althea held a torch, illuminating the path ahead. The air grew cooler as they ventured deeper underground.
"Down here," Althea said, her voice echoing softly. "There are several hidden rooms that Havton used for his more secretive activities."
They reached the bottom of the staircase, and Althea led him to a series of heavy wooden doors, each secured with intricate locks. She produced a keyring from her pocket and unlocked the first door. The room inside was spacious but empty, with only the faintest traces of its former use.
