Chapitre 112: Never Again Will I Use It

A few hours after the war, Adall opened his eyes in what seemed to be a very luxurious room. The walls were adorned with intricate frescoes, depicting scenes of epic battles, mythical creatures, and enchanted landscapes.

Every detail seemed to have been crafted with extreme precision, the vibrant colors contrasting with the richly toned tapestries that covered part of the walls. Naturally, its grandeur did not match that of his room when he was still a Windsor, but it far surpassed any he had been entitled to since his banishment from the latter.

Adall was initially surprised by the environment he found himself in, but his surprise quickly faded as he recalled the events preceding his fainting from exhaustion.

Merlin, Arthur, and he had been led by Gerald himself to a certain mansion that housed a family who, in addition to mourning the consequences of a war held without warning, was also grieving the death of the eldest son of the house.