Chapter 434: Affliction

Chapter 434: Affliction

"The people in the northern region had long relied on their hunting and gathering skills to sustain themselves," explained the Head Maid. Rosalind couldn't help but notice that the Head Maid, like the Butler, possessed a keen intellect, analyzing their current situation with practicality. Clearly, they weren't mere barkers; they had the bite to back it up.

Continuing her explanation, the Head Maid painted a picture of the people's resourcefulness. "During the warmer months, these resilient individuals would utilize their physical prowess to hunt animals and gather edible plants. They would skillfully stockpile preserved meats like jerky or smoked fish, ensuring a supply for the harsh winter ahead. Exploring the surrounding forests, they would seek out edible roots, berries, and fungi that could be stored or dried for consumption."

"And that's not all," chimed in the Butler. "Most of the people have built underground storage known as ice cellars. These ingenious structures help preserve food during the unforgiving winter months. Fruits, vegetables, and other perishable items can be safely stored, thanks to the cold temperatures within these cellars."

The Butler went on to elaborate on additional methods employed by the people. "Raising livestock suitable for the cold climate, such as goats, sheep, or cold-resistant poultry, provides a sustainable source of meat, milk, and eggs. Breeding these animals during the warmer months ensures a consistent supply of their products, which can be preserved or consumed throughout the winter."

Rosalind nodded, her mind already filled with images of the ice cellars she had seen in the tower. Contemplating the information, she bit her lip, a question brewing in her thoughts. "So, the previous Dukes never had any interest in building a greenhouse?" she inquired, curiosity evident in her tone. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Both the Butler and the Head Maid shook their heads simultaneously, their expressions indicating a shared understanding. "No," they replied in unison.

Taking in their response, Rosalind's understanding deepened. The previous Dukes had always been enigmatic figures, their history documented in the pages of books. Legends and tales spoke of their relentless pursuit of battling beasts, and their insatiable thirst for combat. It was even rumored that upon awakening, the Dukes would grasp their swords and charge forth into battle, eager to bathe in the blood of their adversaries.

Rosalind couldn't help but wonder if Lucas, too, shared this intense devotion.

In an instant, vivid memories flooded Rosalind's mind, replaying the horrifying transformation of a human into a demon. She realized that Denys was referring to that very incident, the one Lucas had instructed him to eradicate through fire, fearing the spread of contamination. Rosalind had hoped that they had successfully contained the problem, but it seemed her assumption had been gravely mistaken.

Determined to assess the situation firsthand, Rosalind swiftly made her decision. "Take me to the walls," she commanded, her voice resolute. Magda wasted no time, promptly draping a protective cape over Rosalind, ensuring she was well-covered before escorting her to the waiting carriage.

Rosalind's mind raced with thoughts as they made their way toward the walls. Realizing the urgency of the situation, she suggested an alternative mode of transportation. "Let us ride horses instead. It will be quicker," she proposed, hoping to expedite their arrival.

Magda silently complied, recognizing the importance of swift action. Together, they swiftly made their way toward the stables, preparing to embark on a frantic journey to the walls.

After a swift journey, Rosalind and Magda reached the walls.

"Duchess" General Lytton was the one who welcomed her. The urgency of the situation was palpable as he spoke, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Duchess... This is going to be a major problem. The soldiers... we don't have the exact count of those affected. If this continues..."

Rosalind held up a hand, interrupting him gently yet firmly. "General, calm yourself," she reassured him, her voice steady with resolve. She understood the gravity of the situation, but maintaining a level head was paramount. "Take me to see them first. We must assess the situation firsthand."

As her words hung in the air, a sudden jolt of apprehension coursed through Rosalind. The voice within her head, an intuitive whisper, screamed at her to runto flee from the demons.