Chapter 182 - Letter and Shambles (1/2)

Gawain was obviously surprised to see Lilith Kant and Viscount Kant vanish like smoke.

He didn’t imagine that Lilith Kant was also a product of the nightmare.

In his original deduction, Lilith Kant should be a living person and the only sober “dream creator” in the castle. It was obvious that he had made an error in his judgment.

Gawain immediately understood when he and Amber arrived at the giant stone coffin and looked at the two sets of skeletons and the Viscountess’s corpse that was being protected by magic and had yet to decay. Lilith Kant was truly dead, but she died probably to activate this horrifying dream-creation ritual or so that she could have “contact” with her husband and son. She had truly given up her life.

She had been lingering in the basement of the north tower and lingering the castle while holding the portable lamp. However, it was merely her shadow… No wonder the Viscountess, who was the ‘dream creator’, had never left this castle for 30 years. It wasn’t because she didn’t wish to leave but because she was already unable to leave this place.

But such matters didn’t matter anymore as the dream realm had ended. The real world’s sunlight now illuminated this dark and ancient castle. Be it the dream creator or the dreamers, they had gone back to where they were supposed to be when the dream realm ended.

They left behind in the real world nothing but shambles.

Amber was still a little stunned as this unbelievable experience caused her mind to be in a complete mess (of course, her mind might frequently be in a complete mess). She looked at the three corpses in the stone coffin for a long time before saying, “So, we were actually in a tangle with three dead people for such a long time?”

“It is this land that has been in a tangle with them for thirty years.” Gawain shook his head and said, “The Eternal Sleepers… are indeed the most dangerous among the three evil cults.”

“A person that climbed out from a coffin is looking at three people lying in another coffin and criticizing an evil cult for causing their deaths. I have never seen anything more supernatural than this in my life…” It was unknown what Amber was thinking, but she suddenly quivered due to her own words. She then looked down at her feet and suddenly noticed. “Hey, Gawain. There are papers here!”

There were a few magic-imbued parchments that were emitting a slight radiance scattered in front of the stone coffin. This was the location where Viscount Victor Kant vanished from previously. Gawain was astonished as he picked them up and read the words written by Viscount Kant. “This is… left behind by Viscount Kant?”

“He left them behind? Are they letters for you?” Amber blinked her eyes with shock and said, “Hurry up and read them!”

“They are indeed letters, but they are not all for me. Some are for the King, and some are letters to declare to the public.” Gawain flipped through the parchments swiftly, and the organized words entered his sight:

“I am Viscount Victor Kant, the noble conferred by the Anzu Kingdom’s royal clan, the feudal lord of the southern Kant Town and its surrounding farms, feudal land, and villages. I swear an oath in the name of the Kant Clan’s ancestors that everything I am saying is true. The truth must be made known to the masses as a warning to everyone.”

“My clan has been cursed by the Eternal Sleepers.”

“The heretics used evil ritual magic to corrupt my territory. For thirty years, countless innocent people have perished in the ritual. My wife has been controlled by the sorcery, and my spirit wasn’t able to escape the curse and had been used as the accomplice…”

“…Without Duke Gawain Cecil’s help, I will never be able to rest in peace. The Duke responded to my request for help. He risked his life to help and to eliminate the curse that has enveloped me and my family…”

“Your Majesty… Your loyal conferred official sends his greetings. This shall be my last secret letter to you. The thing that happened to the Kant territory…”

“Everything that happened is as stated. I use my final humanity and my clan name to guarantee that everything is truthful without error.”

“I have no direct heir or next of kin to inherit my title and property. It is the same for my wife. The two of us have a long-distant nephew who does have the right to inherit our property, but he is innately born with an incomplete mind, and it will be hard for him to take over a noble’s duty. As such, according to the kingdom’s laws, I shall return the feudal land that I inherited from my ancestors to the royal clan. Before this, I have to repay my gratitude to Duke Cecil. This is a favor for rescuing my soul.”

“Apart from the land, I wish to give to Duke Cecil, at no cost, all my wealth that includes the library collection, treasures, antiques in the castle, and all six pioneered farms that don’t belong to my titled land. I acknowledge that he can handle this wealth as he pleases.”

“For all of the production from my feudal land this year, apart from the portion that will be given to the royal clan, the rest shall be gifted to Duke Cecil.”

Apart from the public letter for the southern region’s noble clans and a secret letter to the King, there was another letter reserved for Gawain: