Chapter 50: No way in hell…
Chapter 50 — No way in hell...
Darklore, Waverith Stronghold, Cerveau’s Estate—
Inside the bluish-white castle of the Cerveau estate, Brain Cerveau sat silently in his office, his expression—as always—neutral, unreadable, without even a hint of emotion.
The office was exactly what you’d expect from someone like him. Blue with white streaks, clean and clinical. There was only a table, two chairs, and one small bookshelf filled with orderly rows of books. Nothing more.
Everything in that room was arranged with cold precision. Not a thing out of place.
And right now, on his desk, Brain was slowly flipping through a file of papers. He read each one with care, without commenting, without blinking, without anything.
After a few minutes, he finished reading and placed the papers back down with deliberate grace.
"Is that all?" Brain asked, leaning softly back into his chair.
"Yes, my lord. Those are the recent movements of the beasts outside the stronghold," came a soft, girlish voice. The voice echoed from nowhere, disembodied, but the chill behind it was unmistakable.
Brain tilted his head. "What about that snake?"
"She hasn’t moved, my lord. I’ve sent more men to gather information, but none returned. She’s reinforced her defenses."