Chapter 287 - PROLOGUE (1/2)
The old castle in the mountains always felt eerie to Frank.
The cold grey stones, the towering gargoyles and the flickering yellow light seemed to hold dark secrets and conceal real monsters in their shadows. Moreover, he had a feeling that someone was watching him every time he came there.
Still, he did not hesitate as he walked to the large door.
He lifted the cobra knocker and tapped on the hardwood before stepping back. His working eye swept over his surroundings as he waited. He could not deny that despite the eldritch atmosphere, the castle was not without charm.
The castle was covered in creeping ivy and the gardens were blooming with beautiful flowers. The scent of roses joined the crickets in the darkening dusk to create a unique symphony that tickled the senses.
However, Frank could not focus on the appeal due to his nervousness.
After waiting for a few minutes, the heavy door opened.
With such an old house, one would expect a squealing squeak as the heavy wooden door opened. However, the movement was completely soundless. It was almost as if the simple was powered by powerful hydraulics.
”Master is waiting.” An old woman in a long black dress spoke while ushering Frank in.
”Thank you,” Frank said without looking directly at the woman.
He could feel her cold and clouded eyes resting on him as he walked away. If he was asked about his thoughts on the appearance of a real witch, he would describe this old woman.
Of course, he was not afraid of her.
He could kill her in a fraction of a second if the moment called for it.
After all, the only person he feared lived in it.
He walked with hurried steps to an office in the deep part of the house. Once again, he knocked and waited until he heard acquiescence to enter.
He stepped in with a hint of hesitation before closing the door.
”It has been a while, Frank. How have you been?” The man in the room spoke in a gentle voice that betrayed no negative emotions.
However, Frank felt a chill in his bones.
”Master, I have failed you.” He bowed his head with contriteness.
The other man laughed lightly as he swirled red wine in a crystal glass.