Chapter 15: The count’s house
Zane walked into the room. It had a large bed that could accommodate two people—not that they needed sleep, though. There was a large wooden wardrobe, a reading table, and cabinets beside the bed.
On the wall were two glass oil lamps hanging. They were connected through an oil tap within the walls. All you had to do to get light was twist the knob—the wick would be dipped in oil, and as it flicked out, a flint and steel would rub against each other, causing a spark that would ignite the wick.
It was one of the trivial bits of knowledge that came early on in the game. Zane walked to the bed and sat down, leaning his back against the headboard.
Lucy stood at the door like a guard. Zane looked at her with confusion. "Why are you standing there?" he asked.
"Uhmm..." She didn’t have a reply. She simply stood there because she felt she was his servant and shouldn’t be too close to him in a room.
"Try to be free, Lucy. You might be my servant, but you are more than that—a partner even—because without you, I would have died a long time ago," Zane said.
"I was only carrying out my task, Master," she said.
"It doesn’t matter. Just be at ease," Zane said. She nodded and walked to the bed. She sat down. There was still a bit of stiffness in her, but it was better.
"So, what are we going to do now, Master?" she asked.
"Wait until night. You recall that Count we saw, right? I want to kill him tonight," Zane said.