Crocia was scratched by a monster that appeared out of thin air, and the wound was infected by an unknown infection, so Cesare had to embark on the adventure of returning to his family.
He also met Anya, a red-haired girl on the road. Although Anya always seemed neurotic and unpredictable, the relationship between the two continued to heat up in crisis after crisis...
Passing through the abandoned town, encountering the freak show circus, and finally encountering the final disaster in the fog village.
The appearance of mycelial monsters again and again seems to imply that the rumors about the Hunyadi family are not groundless, and all this is something Cesare did not know since he was trapped in the castle since he was a child.
But when he finally got close to the truth, the mycelium also took away his body. Although he killed Claudius and saved Anya, his body was also distorted due to the infection by the hyphae, and he eventually passed out...
The iron door in memory slowly opened.
In a state of confusion, Cesare seemed to have returned to a familiar place in his childhood. He felt that his head was heavy and his body was too heavy to move. It was as if he was being dragged into the castle.
A soft dark red carpet stretched across the back, and golden patterns were woven on it extending deeper into the castle.
Just like the place in my memory, both the walls and carpets here always have a dark tone, as if the sunlight can never penetrate the haze in this castle.
The layout of the rooms here is well-proportioned, like the dining room, the reception room has a somewhat majestic aristocratic feel, but most of the rooms look simple and ancient.
The furniture decorations that can be seen everywhere are made of metal and bronze, which always makes people feel eerie, but it is in line with the style of Hunyadi collar.
Passing through the corridor, ancient portraits and tapestries hang on the walls on both sides, with portraits of successive counts and their wives, and several paintings of black knights whom Cesare has not known since childhood.
In the end, Cesare felt like he was being dragged down deeper. The downward stairs were winding and steep, the light source became increasingly scarce, and then he lost all impression...
"Ah, you finally woke up."
The girl's voice rang in my ears, and my awakened consciousness wanted to open my heavy eyelids, but I felt the feeling of the tough rattan being torn apart.
There were black things sticking to each other on the eyelids, and the field of vision was pitch black. It took a long time for the light to gradually appear.
The bloodshot streaks on his eyeballs affected Cesare's vision, and the streaks were still slowly moving.
Before his brain could fully adapt to the situation, an oil lamp was suddenly raised in front of his eyes. The sudden bright light made Cesare's pupils constrict, and a stinging pain tortured the nerves in his eyeballs, forcing him to close his eyes again.
"The light response is normal, a good start." The girl's voice said again.
Cesare wanted to move, but his limbs did not respond. Instead, the noise of the iron ropes made his ears hurt.
He saw that he was wearing thin clothes, and his whole body was tied up with layers of iron chains. His fingers, toes, wrists and ankles were all tied with silver rings, and similar silver rings were connected with chains.
There seems to be some magic flowing on it, inhibiting the growth of mycelium in the body.
The black substance in the blood vessels on the surface of Cesare's skin is indeed slowly fading away, disappearing deep inside his body.
At this time, he was sitting paralyzed leaning on the wall, his body was tightly fixed by a large number of chains, and he could not even move his fingers.
It was still a little difficult to breathe. When I looked around, I found that I was in the dungeon of the castle. I remember always wanting to sneak in here when I was a child, but I had never succeeded.
It was dark all around, and the only light that illuminated the place was the light of the oil lamp and the faint light from the corridor outside.
An iron door was subsequently reinforced with several layers of steel. The walls on all sides were covered with vague scratches and bloodstains. Various torture instruments and iron tools with unknown functions were hung on them. At the same time, there was a strong smell of medicine.
Raising his eyes, Cesare saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure standing in front of him. He wanted to make a sound, but his throat was dry and he could only faintly speak the pronunciation of words that he could barely recognize.
"Ilona?"
The little girl in my memory has now grown into a slim girl. Her silver-white hair is soft and smooth like a beam of silver light. She still covers her left eye with her hair. She has a graceful figure and delicate facial features, but she is no longer in the memory. That soft and cute look.
I thought that the encounter after many days and the tragic situation on her body would make this girl worried.
But now Ilona's expression is as cold as treating a stranger. Her temperament is indifferent and her words are also unusually cold. It even feels...a bit ruthless and scary.
She was wearing a black robe without any patterns or decorations. The robe was stained with blood and withered mycelium. She was holding a pen and paper in her hand and was recording something.
When she heard Cesare calling her name, Ilona just raised her soft eyelashes and said casually.
"I didn't expect Lord Cesare to still remember my name. It's such an honor to be your servant. I have been looking forward to you coming back to see me for so many years, but there was not even a letter. I thought you had forgotten me a long time ago. "
As she spoke, Ilona pouted and shook her head. Without waiting for Cesare's response, she came over and squatted down. She tilted her head and raised her hand to brush away the hair on her shoulders, and spread her white neck. Exposed to Cesare's mouth.
"Do you look appetizing?"
"Ilona, listen to me first..." Cesare completely ignored the inexplicable questions. Although he didn't know the process of being imprisoned here, the first thing that mattered was Crocia's injury. The only purpose of coming back here.
"Very good, the brain erosion has no tendency to worsen. This may allow you to live a few more days." Ilona raised her body and ignored Cesare, writing in her notes. "It may also be that my Lord Cesare is simply not hungry."
In fact, "Ilona! Crocia is in danger! She was injured by a monster..." Cesare struggled to enunciate clearly, but every pronunciation was like a sharp knife passing through his throat, causing bursts of pain.
"I came to the Count for help... Only the Count can save her now... Carlius's chapel, she is still there, hurry up... It has been delayed for too long!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cesare breathed hard. He had exhausted so much energy in just two words, and it was as if he had run with a heavy load for several kilometers and had difficulty breathing.
Ilona's writing hand stopped, and she looked at Cesare blinking silently, her eyes clearer than before, as if she was not sure what she heard.
When she was dazed, a few strands of silver hair hung over her remaining right eye. She pouted and blew her hair to the side.
"...Krosia? What happened?" Ilona's plain voice finally began to fluctuate emotionally. It seemed that she was far more concerned about Crosia's affairs than Cesare's current tragic situation. .
Cesare told Ilona everything that had happened at Caliu, about the attack on their carriage, the scratches on Closia's arms, and the encounter with the drunken priest in the chapel.
However, Cesare did not mention how he got here after that and where the infection in his body came from.
There was no need to hear that. Ilona's face had become ugly. A look of worry and anxiety slowly replaced the cold expression. Her hands and feet also became flustered, biting her fingers uneasily as if she was thinking about something.
He quickly put the manual and pen aside, stood up and walked out the door.
"I know these things, just wait for me to come back!"
"This is the second time I've heard this recently... Do you think I can move..."
Cesare tried to raise his arm and the chains all over his body made noise, muttering quietly.
"I knew you didn't come back just because you missed me." Before leaving, he seemed to remember something, and when he came back, he stared at Cesare fiercely and said.
Ilona looked at Cesare with a complicated expression, then pushed open the iron door and ran out anxiously.
After going through so many things, he finally conveyed the news... Although he was not relieved yet, Cesare also felt a lot more relaxed. Compared with his sister's situation, the disaster that happened to him was nothing at all.
Now he slowly came back to think about what had just happened.
Ilona...how did she become like this?
