The third floor of Lichtenstein Castle.
The three of them walked alongside the vampire, their feet sinking into the carpet covering the corridor.
Lanchi was leading Viscount Augustine to Art Paradise. Both sides were delighted, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
They passed through the frigid corridors, where the lamplight trembled and cast shadows that stretched and shrank unpredictably.
The black Oak Door to the castle master's bedroom stood silently at the end of the darkness, majestic and solemn. The passage of time had left its unique marks upon it.
When they reached the door, Viscount Augustine's eyes suddenly burned in the darkness. Although he did not want to make a fool of himself in front of the Earl, he could hardly wait to go inside and enjoy those three humans.
"You've kept me waiting terribly long."
Clearly, Earl Parocas had already taken control of the castle and was waiting for him.
"May your door-opening go smoothly."
Lanchi offered his blessing as well.
Viscount Augustine smiled and raised his hand, gently pushing open the door. With a low creak, an oppressive feeling that was almost tangible immediately poured out from within!
An odd and ancient medicinal smell rushed into their faces.
The dim light of the grease lamps flickered across the stone walls, illuminating the dense array of knives and test tubes. Strange green alchemical potions reflected faint glimmers of light from their bottles and jars, filling the entire bedroom with an eerie atmosphere.
At the center of the room, three masked clerics stood around an indescribable humanoid creature on the bed.
They had already coated Earl Parocas in resin and tightly wrapped him in layer upon layer of linen strips.
The Earl had been completely turned into a mummy. The pallid face beneath the wrappings had long since lost all