GDC 89

Chapter 89. A Hot Night (2) “Where is His Grace?”

Ignoring my question, Enolius looked at Whitley and asked, “How much does Her Ladyship know?”

Whitley glanced at me, looking troubled. He didn’t seem sure how much I knew about the curse.

I quickly added, “I know to some extent.”

Norton and Whitley both looked to Enolius, as if it was his place to explain.

Enolius pressed his lips together and rubbed the bridge of his nose, frowning. He seemed unsure where to begin.

The delay made my mouth go dry.

“Is His Grace having a rampage?”

“…”

“Enol.”

Grumbling about why he had to be the one to say this, Enolius bit his lip and finally spoke.

“His Grace has periodic mana rampages.”

“I know.”

“Thanks to his training, the destructive power can usually be contained inside this building. But the pain to the person is severe—his organs twist,…