noveltune Chapter 52 Curse
Chapter 52 Curse
Guest rooms at Shirakawa Castle.
Arwen placed his luggage on the table, drew his silver sword, activated [Blade Perception], and carefully inspected it.
"Silver sword, steel sword, silver chain..." After opening the mechanism of the wooden box, "Hmm... the potions are fine too."
Suddenly, he heard footsteps outside the door.
"Click!"
The wooden door to the guest room opened, and a man dressed in black and white walked in, carrying a wooden plate in his hand, wafting an enticing aroma.
Behind him was a guard in leather armor, carrying a box.
He is Baron Shirakawa's butler.
The butler, with a stern face and no smile, said, "Mr. Witcher, tonight's dinner is fried bread cubes and vegetable beef soup."
He placed the plate on the table. "As per the Baron's instructions, the oil and aconite you requested are also here."
Alwin asked, "What kind of oil?"
The butler coughed lightly. "I'm sorry, we only have dog oil."
Alwin said no more.
The production of sword oil is similar to the crafting of potions. To achieve higher quality, in addition to alchemical materials, the quality of the base solvent is also crucial.
Take bear oil and dog oil, for example; just by hearing their names, you can tell which is better.
The butler ordered the guards to place the box in the corner and quietly left the room.
Alwin quickly finished his food and took out a grinder and other tools from his luggage.
……
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
The guest rooms were filled with the aroma of herbs.
Alwin removed his gloves. On the table was a small wooden box containing a small, warm, square piece of ointment.
[Herbal Alchemy Experience +1!]
[Herbal Alchemy Lv.2: 689/1000]
Under the [Alchemy Perception], the ointment exudes a clear fragrance, accompanied by a purifying effect.
The Cursed Creature Sword Oil is now complete.
"Knock knock knock..."
There was a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
A woman dressed as a maid walked in.
She placed her hands on her lower abdomen and spoke with utmost respect.
"Lord Raven, Baroness Kramer requests your presence."
baroness?
Alwin looked up and glanced to the side, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.
When the maid saw Arwin's vertical pupils and face, she screamed in horror and took a few steps back.
Arwen frowned slightly, made a hand seal, and a wisp of spiritual energy emerged from the cat's eye, forcibly calming the other party's emotions.
【Yakshi Seal】.
"What does the Baroness want with me?"
"M-Master...I...I don't know...I'm just a maid...working for the lord..."
Seeing that he couldn't get any information out of him, Alvin glanced out the window.
The dusky sky would soon darken, and it would be time to hunt werewolves.
Sending someone to find him at this time, and it's the Baroness herself, could there be some hidden reason?
Just to be on the safe side, it's best to take a look; getting more information is never a bad thing.
With two swords on his back and luggage in hand, he spoke in a deep voice.
"Lead the way."
"Yes……"
Follow the maid up the spiral staircase to the second floor of the castle.
The maid stood there trembling and gestured for them to proceed.
The direction your palm is pointing is the second room on the right.
Arwen stepped forward, and the wolf head badge on his chest suddenly began to tremble slightly.
It's magic!
He stopped in his tracks, his vigilance immediately heightened.
With the blessing of the dual soul, the mental power quickly detected the fluctuation of that magical energy.
My gaze fell upon a string of beads hanging on the door, the surface of which was engraved with tiny, elfin patterns.
It's a talisman.
The aristocracy loved these gadgets, and their functions varied widely, including protection against heat and cold, protection against prying eyes, and even protection against fleas.
But this also greatly increases the possibility that he might misjudge magic.
He raised the back of his hand and knocked on the wooden door.
"Please come in."
A hoarse voice came from inside the house.
Alwin pushed the door open with his hand; the door, which was already slightly ajar, was easily opened.
The room was not large, containing a wooden bed, a wardrobe, and a set of tables and chairs.
Upon entering the room, a red woolen carpet was laid on the floor, a wooden sword lay scattered at one's feet, and a wooden horse puppet stood not far away.
On the left wall hung the coat of arms of Cordwin and the White River Territory, and directly opposite the bed was a beautiful small silver round shield.
The dim sunlight streamed in through the window, and a beautiful figure slowly turned around.
The woman didn't look very old, around thirty years old.
She has dignified features and delicate, fair skin.
Especially her light red eyes, with watery rims, were as bright as gemstones.
Brown hair tied with a ribbon, flowing freely down her back.
She wore a yellow dress with a low neckline that revealed a large expanse of snow-white skin. Her alluring cleavage was half-concealed by a necklace made of amethyst, which only made her look more charming and captivating.
It is a very rare thing to see such a beautiful young woman in this remote area of Cordwin.
Alwin bowed. "Mrs. Kramer, you wanted to see me?"
The Baroness wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice hoarse.
"I heard from the servants that a witcher has come to the castle."
"I thought witchers only existed in legends, until I met you. Your skin is so pale, especially your eyes. Just like the bard said, they are really scary."
Alwin twitched the corner of his mouth. "Madam, please get to the point."
"Alright, I want to know, the Baron... did he want you to kill Nada... that werewolf...?"
At this point, Alwin clearly noticed that the other person's voice was trembling.
"That's right."
The baroness's breathing became rapid, her snow-white breasts heaved, and her voice became shrill.
"By the goddess Meritelli, Leo Kramer, how could you, you damned man, be so heartless!"
"He...he's your son, your only son!"
"How could you let someone kill him for your own honor and reputation! How could you do that!"
"Son?" Arwin looked up. "You mean, that werewolf in White River Territory is your son with the Baron?"
"Yes... Damian... my child... he must be cursed... Waaah..."
The Baroness's eyes were red from crying, and her voice was mournful, as if she had used up all her strength. She staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Arwen lowered his eyes slightly and uttered softly, "Please accept my condolences."
"No, Mr. Witcher!"
The Baroness staggered forward, bringing with her a pleasant scent of gardenias.
She gripped Alwin's right arm with both hands, her pale red eyes filled with hope, her breath sweet as she pleaded.
"You can save my Damian, right? Witcher, you can't just stand by and watch him die!"
"How much did that wicked Leo give you, 1000 Ducats? Or how much? I'll give you double the Ducats!"
"Please, for my sake, you are a mother about to lose her child. Save my child and break the curse upon him!"