150 The Dark Royals

"Have you heard of the rumors?"

"Rumors…?" Orwell had heard plenty, but what could his mother be talking about?

"About Magierstadt changing its exams. It's spreading to Feuersturm now." 

Orwell scowled. "Yes, I know, Mother. Why?"

"Those rumors were just confirmed earlier," Lovellia exclaimed. "And since I've watched your research, I recognized one thing."

"Recognized one thing?"

"You are aware of Zweite's fallen Dark Castle, right?"

Orwell nodded. Of course, how could he forget? Zweite's Dark Castle had the history of a gruesome murder that was cursed by warlocks. Even if it is a minor reoccurrence that wasn't in any way popular, he was still familiar with it due to the sinister value it holds.

"Apparently, Magierstadt made a dungeon that imitated the dark castle…" Lovellia exclaimed. 

"No… Magierstadt MADE a dark castle that harbors the cursed souls of the real undead, Orwell." 

Orwell blinked.