“Jasmine. You clearly said yesterday that Angie wasn’t feeling well, right?”
“Yes, ma’am. It seemed like she was barely able to eat and was suffering from vomiting.”
Louis nodded. The two of them had been watching, pretending not to know, that Kyle had been keeping Angie locked in a separate bedroom for five days. Since the young master had decided to fulfill his basic duties and roles as the next Duke, they could not interfere with anything else. The young master was not one to allow such interference.
“I see. Angie left the annex at dawn. The young master will know as soon as he gets back from the beach. We have to bring Angie back before then. Especially since the Ridsdels are keeping the fact that she is pregnant a secret.”
“I see, she's pregnant. I thought it was possible.”
“Take the people to the North Shore and sneak the kid in when you get a chance. I’ll have to go down to the basement. By now, ‘it’ should be in a drugged state...”
At that moment, the sound of thunder interrupted her words. The weather changed dozens of times a day. The sky above the island seemed to have gone crazy.
“Hurry up. I will watch over the end of ‘him’ and offer a final prayer for 'him'...”
'It' had suddenly changed to 'him'. Jasmine covered her ears with both hands and then quickly moved at her command.
The mansion quickly became as dark and gloomy as evening.
Louis reached the end of the corridor and opened a secret door. She then went down the stairs that led to the basement, and even deeper into the basement. Her eyes were solemn as she held a lamp in one hand. She seemed somewhat sad.
“Master. Today, your lifeline will be completely cut off. It is a pity and heartbreaking for me as well... As Master Kyle said, it is time to put an end to this failed experiment.”
So now may you rest in peace in hell.
As heavy rain and thunder shook the island, then subsided, then recurred like fits, Kyle sat with the captain in the dock house that had been made into a makeshift berth. It was past noon when they had finished thoroughly checking the ship’s condition and discussing how long they could delay the scheduled voyage.
“I will expedite the repairs as much as possible so that the ship can sail within a week at the latest, Your Highness.”
“I would appreciate it if you could do that. Yes.”
Kyle left the house and headed for the carriage. Jerome held the large umbrella high above his master's head and opened the carriage door. He then voiced one concern.
“Your Highness, there is no problem in sailing a week later. In fact, it would be better since the storm will have completely calmed down by then. However, if you sail when the sea fog has returned to its original state, the Remedies will become suspicious. How about that...?”
“You can’t cover it up any longer, Jerome. How long do you think their heads will be buried in the sand?”
Kyle continued sarcastically.
“The Remedies aren’t stupid. They’re carefully selected children from among the survivors who survived the war.”
“That means...”
“There’s no point in trying to fool them with shallow tricks any longer. They’ll eventually learn that they can sail at any time. It’s just a matter of time.”
“Your Highness, you are right. But there is rose tea and forgetfulness medicine. It seems that Louis Dunst intends to use them more actively in the future.”
“In the end, we have no choice but to let them all go freely. We don’t need Remedy anymore.”
“Your Highness! Your Highness Kyle!”
Before Jerome could answer, someone came running in, panting. It was the confidant who had been keeping an eye on Blackwell Heights and keeping an eye on Mrs. Dunst in the absence of both Kyle and Jerome.
“Laura Ridsdel has just left the mansion after meeting Mrs. Dunst. At the same time, the last of the oblivion tablets in the storage room has disappeared.”
"What?"
Jerome asked the question on behalf of the young master.
“That’s not all. Angie Ridsdel has been confirmed to have left the annex in the early hours of the morning and is currently on the North Shore. Based on the conversation between Laura Ridsdel and Mrs. Dunst, it seems likely that she is trying to administer a forgetfulness drug to her daughter.”
Kyle's impassive face cracked. He jumped down from the carriage and headed straight for the horse. Jerome watched helplessly as the young master detached the harness and shaft from the carriage and climbed onto the horse without a saddle.
“Your Highness, it’s dangerous! I will take care of you...”
He reached out a hand to him without pretending to hear. Jerome, who understood the meaning, tried to say something again, but Kyle gritted his teeth and ordered him.
“Jerome.”
He couldn't resist. Jerome took the object his master had intended out of his bosom and handed it over. The cold, hard metal object was in his hand. Kyle, who had obtained what he wanted, immediately pulled the reins of his horse. Jerome and his confidants, who had been left behind, also hurried to follow him.
As if signaling Kyle's gallop, a flash of light appeared in the sky. The thunder striking the clear sky was adding to everyone's fear.
“What happened? Why isn’t the anesthetic working? Chains, bring more chains and tie me up!”
“Help me! Ugh, ugh! Someone help me!”
“Stop that monster! Guns won’t help! Subdue him quickly and take his head... AAAH!”
“Bring me the torch! The torch...! Aaaah! Aaaah!”
The underground underground was in chaos. Michael covered his ears to the howling of animals and the screams of people. Eventually, he escaped from the water hole and ran down the spiral staircase leading to the underground. It was an emergency situation where there was no need to hide and eavesdrop any longer.
Jasmine and the other attendants also heard the news late and were going down another route. Each of them was holding a weapon in their hand. As the solid iron door opened, the terrifying roar rang out even more clearly.
“Everyone, be careful! Everyone, take the torches off the walls and defend!”
Michael quickly slipped through the gap in the door, blending in with the crowd. He then shoved a thick piece of wood into the corner of the iron door to keep it from closing completely and then continued down the stairs.
The stench was so bad that it almost made his nose numb. The savage roars, gunshots, and screams made his ears go deaf. Michael looked down at his feet and took a deep breath. The damp basement floor was flowing down to his feet in a dark red puddle.
His heart pounded loudly. His survival instincts rang loudly in his head. Michael gasped in fear and quickly turned around and went back beyond the iron gate. Then he crouched and hid behind a large pillar in the middle of the stairs. His prediction was right.
“Ugh...”
The growling noise of the monster's teeth gnashing came closer. 'It' was rapidly rising towards the surface. The people underground failed to subdue and destroy 'It'. Michael swallowed hard. His heart felt like it was going to burst when he realized that they had all been brutally slaughtered.
“Ugh... Kwaaaaah!”
Michael covered his mouth with both hands and trembled, hiding behind a pillar. If he made even the slightest noise here, he too would be brutally torn to pieces.
Finally, 'it' quickly slid past the pillar and jumped up the stairs. Michael's shaking pupils caught the 'it's' image for a split second, then lost it.
Oh my God, just now... what did I see?
Oh my God. Michael drew a cross in front of his eyes that he didn't even have on his body, then closed it tightly and opened it. 'It' was covered in blood from head to toe.
The puff sleeves were originally white, and the men's shirt was soaked red. The pants were all tattered and torn, and the few remaining white hairs were hanging long like a bang, swinging. The limbs were twisted into grotesque shapes and creaked like a broken machine. Above all, the face that he saw for a moment was...
Michael took a deep breath and let it out. Half of his face was rotted and rotted away, just like a skeleton. He looked like a leper. What was even more horrifying was that even in that state, his eyes were hollow and glowed brightly.
He took a deep breath and stood up from behind the pillar. He couldn't stay like this. Where could 'it' have gone by now? The smell of blood flowing here made Michael feel nauseous. He didn't even dare to go down to the basement.
The first floor of the mansion would have been empty. Mrs. Dunst would have ordered her workers to take refuge in the other basement bunker in case of an emergency.
Where did 'it' go? In which direction?
At the end of the underground staircase was a back door. Opening the door, you could see straight ahead the path leading to the Generalife Gardens of the annex and the forest beyond.
“The forest. That way!”
Michael hurriedly ran up the stairs. His prediction was correct. Beyond the wide-open back door, 'it' was walking towards the forest, its limbs flailing.
Michael followed 'it', looking for something that could be used as a weapon. There would be axes and tools for logging at the entrance to the forest. The workers had set up a temporary outpost to finish the work once the storm had completely passed.
“Yes, ma’am. It seemed like she was barely able to eat and was suffering from vomiting.”
Louis nodded. The two of them had been watching, pretending not to know, that Kyle had been keeping Angie locked in a separate bedroom for five days. Since the young master had decided to fulfill his basic duties and roles as the next Duke, they could not interfere with anything else. The young master was not one to allow such interference.
“I see. Angie left the annex at dawn. The young master will know as soon as he gets back from the beach. We have to bring Angie back before then. Especially since the Ridsdels are keeping the fact that she is pregnant a secret.”
“I see, she's pregnant. I thought it was possible.”
“Take the people to the North Shore and sneak the kid in when you get a chance. I’ll have to go down to the basement. By now, ‘it’ should be in a drugged state...”
At that moment, the sound of thunder interrupted her words. The weather changed dozens of times a day. The sky above the island seemed to have gone crazy.
“Hurry up. I will watch over the end of ‘him’ and offer a final prayer for 'him'...”
'It' had suddenly changed to 'him'. Jasmine covered her ears with both hands and then quickly moved at her command.
The mansion quickly became as dark and gloomy as evening.
Boom! Boom!
The thunder roared so loudly that the windows rattled. The raindrops were pounding on the windows like countless needles, and they were pounding down as if they were going to pierce the ground. It was as if God was angry.
Louis reached the end of the corridor and opened a secret door. She then went down the stairs that led to the basement, and even deeper into the basement. Her eyes were solemn as she held a lamp in one hand. She seemed somewhat sad.
“Master. Today, your lifeline will be completely cut off. It is a pity and heartbreaking for me as well... As Master Kyle said, it is time to put an end to this failed experiment.”
So now may you rest in peace in hell.
***
As heavy rain and thunder shook the island, then subsided, then recurred like fits, Kyle sat with the captain in the dock house that had been made into a makeshift berth. It was past noon when they had finished thoroughly checking the ship’s condition and discussing how long they could delay the scheduled voyage.
“I will expedite the repairs as much as possible so that the ship can sail within a week at the latest, Your Highness.”
“I would appreciate it if you could do that. Yes.”
Kyle left the house and headed for the carriage. Jerome held the large umbrella high above his master's head and opened the carriage door. He then voiced one concern.
“Your Highness, there is no problem in sailing a week later. In fact, it would be better since the storm will have completely calmed down by then. However, if you sail when the sea fog has returned to its original state, the Remedies will become suspicious. How about that...?”
“You can’t cover it up any longer, Jerome. How long do you think their heads will be buried in the sand?”
Kyle continued sarcastically.
“The Remedies aren’t stupid. They’re carefully selected children from among the survivors who survived the war.”
“That means...”
“There’s no point in trying to fool them with shallow tricks any longer. They’ll eventually learn that they can sail at any time. It’s just a matter of time.”
“Your Highness, you are right. But there is rose tea and forgetfulness medicine. It seems that Louis Dunst intends to use them more actively in the future.”
“In the end, we have no choice but to let them all go freely. We don’t need Remedy anymore.”
“Your Highness! Your Highness Kyle!”
Before Jerome could answer, someone came running in, panting. It was the confidant who had been keeping an eye on Blackwell Heights and keeping an eye on Mrs. Dunst in the absence of both Kyle and Jerome.
“Laura Ridsdel has just left the mansion after meeting Mrs. Dunst. At the same time, the last of the oblivion tablets in the storage room has disappeared.”
"What?"
Jerome asked the question on behalf of the young master.
“That’s not all. Angie Ridsdel has been confirmed to have left the annex in the early hours of the morning and is currently on the North Shore. Based on the conversation between Laura Ridsdel and Mrs. Dunst, it seems likely that she is trying to administer a forgetfulness drug to her daughter.”
Kyle's impassive face cracked. He jumped down from the carriage and headed straight for the horse. Jerome watched helplessly as the young master detached the harness and shaft from the carriage and climbed onto the horse without a saddle.
“Your Highness, it’s dangerous! I will take care of you...”
He reached out a hand to him without pretending to hear. Jerome, who understood the meaning, tried to say something again, but Kyle gritted his teeth and ordered him.
“Jerome.”
He couldn't resist. Jerome took the object his master had intended out of his bosom and handed it over. The cold, hard metal object was in his hand. Kyle, who had obtained what he wanted, immediately pulled the reins of his horse. Jerome and his confidants, who had been left behind, also hurried to follow him.
As if signaling Kyle's gallop, a flash of light appeared in the sky. The thunder striking the clear sky was adding to everyone's fear.
***
“What happened? Why isn’t the anesthetic working? Chains, bring more chains and tie me up!”
“Help me! Ugh, ugh! Someone help me!”
“Stop that monster! Guns won’t help! Subdue him quickly and take his head... AAAH!”
“Bring me the torch! The torch...! Aaaah! Aaaah!”
The underground underground was in chaos. Michael covered his ears to the howling of animals and the screams of people. Eventually, he escaped from the water hole and ran down the spiral staircase leading to the underground. It was an emergency situation where there was no need to hide and eavesdrop any longer.
Jasmine and the other attendants also heard the news late and were going down another route. Each of them was holding a weapon in their hand. As the solid iron door opened, the terrifying roar rang out even more clearly.
“Everyone, be careful! Everyone, take the torches off the walls and defend!”
Michael quickly slipped through the gap in the door, blending in with the crowd. He then shoved a thick piece of wood into the corner of the iron door to keep it from closing completely and then continued down the stairs.
The stench was so bad that it almost made his nose numb. The savage roars, gunshots, and screams made his ears go deaf. Michael looked down at his feet and took a deep breath. The damp basement floor was flowing down to his feet in a dark red puddle.
His heart pounded loudly. His survival instincts rang loudly in his head. Michael gasped in fear and quickly turned around and went back beyond the iron gate. Then he crouched and hid behind a large pillar in the middle of the stairs. His prediction was right.
“Ugh...”
The growling noise of the monster's teeth gnashing came closer. 'It' was rapidly rising towards the surface. The people underground failed to subdue and destroy 'It'. Michael swallowed hard. His heart felt like it was going to burst when he realized that they had all been brutally slaughtered.
“Ugh... Kwaaaaah!”
Michael covered his mouth with both hands and trembled, hiding behind a pillar. If he made even the slightest noise here, he too would be brutally torn to pieces.
Finally, 'it' quickly slid past the pillar and jumped up the stairs. Michael's shaking pupils caught the 'it's' image for a split second, then lost it.
Oh my God, just now... what did I see?
Oh my God. Michael drew a cross in front of his eyes that he didn't even have on his body, then closed it tightly and opened it. 'It' was covered in blood from head to toe.
The puff sleeves were originally white, and the men's shirt was soaked red. The pants were all tattered and torn, and the few remaining white hairs were hanging long like a bang, swinging. The limbs were twisted into grotesque shapes and creaked like a broken machine. Above all, the face that he saw for a moment was...
Michael took a deep breath and let it out. Half of his face was rotted and rotted away, just like a skeleton. He looked like a leper. What was even more horrifying was that even in that state, his eyes were hollow and glowed brightly.
He took a deep breath and stood up from behind the pillar. He couldn't stay like this. Where could 'it' have gone by now? The smell of blood flowing here made Michael feel nauseous. He didn't even dare to go down to the basement.
The first floor of the mansion would have been empty. Mrs. Dunst would have ordered her workers to take refuge in the other basement bunker in case of an emergency.
Where did 'it' go? In which direction?
At the end of the underground staircase was a back door. Opening the door, you could see straight ahead the path leading to the Generalife Gardens of the annex and the forest beyond.
“The forest. That way!”
Michael hurriedly ran up the stairs. His prediction was correct. Beyond the wide-open back door, 'it' was walking towards the forest, its limbs flailing.
Michael followed 'it', looking for something that could be used as a weapon. There would be axes and tools for logging at the entrance to the forest. The workers had set up a temporary outpost to finish the work once the storm had completely passed.
If by any chance 'it' happens to go to the North Shore cliffs where Angie is...
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