I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

"The highest peak, you say…" the count murmured, his eyes narrowing as he stroked his white beard in thought.

Meanwhile, Ian slowly took another sip of the thick beer.

It was partly to avoid the weight of the stares from those beside him. By now, not just Thesaya and Mev, but even Nasser had subtly leaned back to look at him.

"I cannot recall the mountain’s exact name, no matter how I try. It seems the older I grow, the more things slip away from me."

Fortunately, the silence didn’t last long.

Before Ian even lowered his glass, the count continued, "But I do know where it is. To the west of the range—northwest of the city, beyond the forest."

"Can you be more specific?" Ian set his glass down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

The count nodded. "It lies within a gorge known as the Mist Valley. As I said, I don’t recall its true name, but… It’s often called Wraith Mountain due to an ill-omened legend."

"Ill-omened legend?"