Chapter 74: ~Old acquaintance.~ (1/2)

***Norfolk, Sarn***

***Sera***

”Did you hear that?” Fergus looks up from his studies and listens intently.

”I heard nothing.” Arran continues to concentrate on the spinning objects in front of him. His training is beginning to show results. He has a firm grasp on telekinesis and can control up to six different objects without loosing the control over them.

“You are stopping your studies for the seventh time now. Can you at least explain how it sounds?” I listen carefully, but the room is completely silent.

“I don't know. It's very muffled and I can't make out from where it comes. But I am sure that someone is crying like a small child. Though the voice sounds older. ” He stops. “There! There it was again! So annoying! I can't concentrate like this. I hope there aren't any ghosts in this spooky mansion! Did you two ever walk along the corridors during night time? I was in need of a toilet yesterday and I almost wet myself on the way there! It feels like something is directly behind you and watching.”

Arran and I throw a meaningful look to each other. Then I turn to Fergus. “It's better if you try to avoid the corridors during the night.”

“Yes. Something lives there. Liandra and Violetta have seen it. And quite a few assassins turned up dead the next morning. They say that if you turn around too often to check your back, it will attack you!” Arran adds a cooked-up story.

Fergus' eyes widen and he raises the book to his chest in a protective manner. “Why didn't you tell me from the beginning! That's important information.”

“Yeah. You tend to forget about it if you live here for a while.” Arran continues his exercise.

“Don't forget about something like that! There! I heard it again! Didn't you hear it?” Fergus looks around the room and searches for the sound.

“I am sorry Fergus, but I am very sure that I heard nothing.” I shrug my shoulders.

“Spiky ears seem to hear far better than round ones.” Arran comments and Fergus glares at him. I can almost imagine a death-ray shooting from his eyes.

Then the solution hits me and I clap my hands together. “Now I know! Could it be that you are hearing the assassin?”

“Which assassin?” Both of them focus their attention on me.

“The one in the basement. Daddy caught him recently when he tried to kill him. Ascathon happens to know more torturing techniques than I can imagine. Probably he is trying to get some information from the guy.” I return to reading my book, but after a few seconds I feel their eyes still on me and I look up.

“Torture is barbaric! And you'll never know if you are really told the truth.” Fergus presses the words through his lips.

“And why do you know of this?” Arran asks with a shocked face.

“Because he teaches me from time to time. Though there wasn't much new material recently. Do you want to go down to learn some things?” I smile. “I know! We can try the spinning wheel! That's a funny one and not bloody at all.”

“Spinning wheel?” Fergus looks doubtful.