Angor went on while shaking his head occasionally, disapproved of the decorations.
Beyond the unamusing hallway was a large living room. A long desk and chairs were placed in the middle. There were two other hallways on the sides and a pair of stairs leading to the second floor behind the main seat.
The living room was decorated in the same luxurious manner. There were many rooms around, and exits in different directions. Angor walked around the living room without finding anything particular, so he went straight to the second floor.
According to his experience, the hallways on two sides should lead to the rooms for servants, kitchens, and bathrooms, so he did not go there first. Owners usually lived on higher levels. However, he was not a hundred percent sure. He had already seen those bizarre decorations, so there might be something weirder.
There were three rooms on the second floor, two of which were bedrooms. Telling from the interiors of the rooms, one of them seemed to be the owner’s room, and the other belonged to the owner’s daughter. Angor found some notes in a small drawer in the girl’s room. More importantly, he could read these notes. They were written in the universal tongue.
“Dear Margaret, oh how I miss you. The foul air in the forest, the vicious guards in the city, and spreading sins in the Stairs of Hanging Prison… they cannot prevent me from longing for you. As I miss you, flowers bloom, birds sing, wind chants, hearts pound. O, Margaret, you’re so beautiful, like the bright moon at the end of the month, illuminating my hollowed heart, like…”
Angor only read a small part of it and already got goosebumps.
It was just a sickening love letter!
So the owner of this girl’s room was called Margaret, and the notes were from her admirer.
Angor checked several more notes and realized they were from the same individual since they all had the same handwriting. Angor did not find any useful information between those disgusting lines. One sentence was enough to conclude these notes: I know you don’t love me, but I love you, and that matters.
The love letters from a one-sided lover.
Angor soon reached the last piece of note, which only had one hastily written line on it.
“Oh, Margaret! The disaster is coming, we have to leave. I love you, sweetheart!”
“Disaster?” Angor looked at the word and recalled seeing the garden ruins in Sunders’ crystal ball.
Did the Garden of Labyrinth become ruins because of this “disaster”?
Another line was written below but in different handwriting. This line was written in prettier, ornamental penmanship.
“I love you too, dear Augustin Noah.”