Chapter 126: Unfurling the scroll (1)
The bonfire blazed in full glory, illuminating far and wide in the darkness. It was late in the night but people sang and danced. The elderly roasted strips of meat while the children dozed off at their feet. The young people, male and female, talked merrily with the ones they liked.
Although Hex stood at the window of the northern tower, he saw Mart cozying up to a girl with tanned skin and an excellent figure. Hex smirked seeing Mart steal glances at the girl’s bosom when he thought no one was watching.
’What an idiot. But perhaps this is what they need to forget the events of the past,’ Hex sighed, seemingly forgetting he, too, was a young person. He ought to be out there, having fun but he couldn’t.
Ever since he heard he was a hex, a cursed object made by the Witch and brought to life by the baroness, his desire to build relationships faded. He still felt and cared about others but he didn’t dare to get too close to someone. What if they saw through his true nature?
His eyes fell on the long-legged beauty sitting at the edge of the circle around the bonfire, accompanied by the other Knights. She sipped slowly at her cup, seemingly lost in thought.
’Come to think of it, we didn’t have a moment alone ever since that night,’ Hex sighed and averted his eyes. ’Maybe this is for the best. She is Heaven’s chosen while I am a forbidden existence. Sooner or later, we will have to make our choices.’
He shook his head and wandered in the deserted corridors of the castle. The corridors were clad in darkness but Hex didn’t mind. He was at peace. He couldn’t help but reminisce about the time spent with the baron and the others. Somehow, the few months inside the castle were more dear to him than the time before.
He wandered mindlessly until he suddenly found himself in front of a room he often visited. He caressed the door handle briefly before pushing the door to the study open. As the door slammed shut behind him, he gazed at the interior.
Strange enough, the study and the northern towers, two places the baron seemingly loved, remained undamaged. Rows of books stood on shelves at the side. Hex walked to the desk. His mind subconsciously conjured the visuals of the baron reading. The illusion disappeared as quickly as it appeared.