Chapter 248: Epilogue (Final Chapter)
Im telling ya I seen it my damn self! You sail far enough north and youll see it for yourself!
An old man raved on while waving a cheap flagon around, spilling wine onto the floor of a humble tavern.
Ya aint see shit, ya fucking liar. Aint nothin up north but violent waves and fog as far as ya can see. A naysayer waved his hand dismissively.
As I said, I saw it mself! It wasnt but a brief glance but I saw it with my own two eyes.
And what was it that ya seen?
Grey rock.
All you saw was a rock? Someone snickered.
No, not a rock. It were these odd towers, bigger than any castle ya ever seen. Look like a damn sculptor carved em or somethin.
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A few people in the tavern began to laugh before turning back to their meals or drinks.
No! That was no damn mountain I tell ya! And there was somethin else in the fog too, somethin that didnt want me there! I could only see it for a moment before I woke up at the harbor with my ship intact. But I remember seeing eyes, a pair of yellow-
You probably got a little too drunk and sailed in a circle, old man. Now shut up will ya, I want to eat in peace. A burly man grumbled before filling his mouth with a spoonful of porridge.
As the room settled down, two individuals entered the tavern but strangely enough they didnt draw any gazes.
This isnt what I had in mind when you said our isolation would be ending, Father. A young woman with long black hair said. Her beauty was more than enough to cause a commotion but no one seemed to even notice her.
WellIve had to adjust some things. A man wearing a black cloak that obscured his appearance replied.
As the two sat at an empty table, he removed his hood, revealing hair that was as dark as the young woman with him. The strangest thing about the two would no doubt be their yellow eyes, but even more importantly, the man only appeared to be a few years older than the woman.
Adjust? Adjust what? His daughter inquired.
Well, I dont want to give you an unfair advantage but Ive chosen to make a competition for all of you to compete in. Theres even a prize and everything.
Okay, that sounds fun, what are the rules?
No, no, no, I cant tell you that.
The old drunk turned to look at the table only to find that is was unoccupied with only a small pool of spilled wine covering the table.
B-b-but...he was...I saw em! I did! He was here just a moment ago! The old drunk pleaded as the tavern erupted with a mocking laughter.
Get out and come back when youve sobered up. I cant have you scaring the customers off.
He was there...He was there The old drunk muttered as he walked out of the tavern with lifeless steps.
Yeah, yeah, The Tavern Owner grumbled moved to clean up the mess with an old rag. As he wiped away the mess, he found a single handprint etched into the table.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he began scrubbing it but soon discovered it was permanent.
How many times have I told you bastards not to vandalize my tables! The tavern owner shouted angrily before returning to the bar.
Meanwhile, his customers responded with confusion at his sudden accusation.
A little while later, the two mysterious customers could be seen walking along a dull coastline.
So what do you think, Ravi? Ira asked.
About the competition or that drunk old man? Raveria replied.
I miss the days where my innocent daughter would reply earnestly without the sarcasm.
I think it will be good for everyone, especially Casimir.
Yeah, hell probably try the hardest and I know youd gladly let him win.
Is that against the rules?
Its not but if you choose to help him, dont let him find out about it. You know how he gets.
I know...So, when does it start?
Soon, well talk about all the other details later, for now, lets return home.
The two of them vanished from sight with only their footprints left in the sand which were soon washed away by the tide.