Chapter 147: The Grand Draper
The area between and around Jacques Sanctum and the Templar Castle would be best described as a campus. The shops surrounding it were intended for the Templar Knights and the students at their academy.
The castle was a copy of the real world Malbork Castle, except twice as tall. A brown Gothic castle complex built in the brick-build style of the Teutonic Order, a German Catholic military society—or more accurately, crusaders—that constructed the fortress in the town of Malbork, Poland. Its history was long and complex, and it seemed that the castle in front of him was the same in that regard.
’I wonder if Marta and Elena ever saw Malbork Castle,’ Kazi thought to himself. In the present day, Malbork Castle was a popular tourist spot. Being the largest castle by land, it was an easy source of profit for the country. Kazi himself had gone for a tour, it was great.
But the Templar Castle? The Templar Castle was even better. From the outside, he was instantly able to discern the significant jump in symmetry. Inside, the architecture was streamlined and modern. For example, none of the stairs were one-way or too narrow for two people to pass through.
The halls were clean and pristine. In 1945, Wehrmacht and the Red Army had fought in Malbork and, because of their battle, much of the castle was demolished. Walking through the halls, going up the stairs, it was like none of that happened. It was as if Malbork Castle had flourished for centuries and adopted modern sensibilities and magic on top of that.
’The architecture style is pretty much the same but the layout is different. So that makes my memorization of Malbork Castle useless.’
Consistently above was a palm-vaulted ceiling, another reflection to Malbork Castle. Heat came from a hypocaust. The security appeared to be tough, but at the sight of Phillip, the Knights melted.
"Ah, Conrad. Good to see you!"
"Antoni!"
Arms were grabbed, transitioning into a brief hug. It didn’t happen once or twice. It happened a lot.
"Father Phillip."