Chapter 93 - The Genre Has Changed All Of A Sudden? (2)

Translator: SKAIS Editor: Nym13

I pulled out a decorated lamp from the walls and held on it tightly. The guard would periodically change lanterns or torches, but fortunately today the one that was placed in Ricodrian’s cell was a torch enclosed in a glass dome. It was an oil lamp. Good, it will last longer, I thought.

It’s been shedding light in his cell for quite some time now and it seemed that the fire wasn’t subsiding at all. They were lucky that today the guards decided to place oil lamps.

“Okay, shall we go now?” I asked as I finally took a tentative step forward.

I walked with a slight grip around Ricdorian’s finger.

“Hand…” Ricdorian told me with a little hesitation.

“Huh? Why?” I asked.

Ricdorian was trying to say something but when our eyes met, he shook his head quickly as if washing his thoughts away. His cheeks seemed slightly red under the light of the torch. He seemed to be blushing.

The inside of the hole was rather dark. We could not help but move slowly and take careful steps.

Even with the torch lighting our way, we could barely see more than three steps ahead, so our pace was inevitably slow.

“It’s too dark, isn’t it?” I asked him.

“Yes…” Ricdorian replied simply. I grabbed on his sleeve tighter.

As we moved deeper into the cave’s cavity, I noticed that it was quite cold here, and only the torch in my hand gave me warmth.

“Now that we’re in here, I still can’t see the end.” I told Ricdorian as I squinted my eyes.

I can’t see well, but this cave seemed to be in a long corridor format. The chains of Ricdorian were leading infinitely in front of us.

How far did it go? Where do they end?

“Have you ever heard about this cell before?”

It was a question that I asked thinking that he would say that he had never heard of this. He was trapped in the basement when he was very young, when he wasn’t even sure where this was.

“I’ve heard of it before.” Ricdorian answered and I was surprised.

Him knowing about this was quite unexpected.

“You’ve heard of it?” I asked again.

“Yes… before…a long time ago from my father.” He replied as he stared ahead.

Having heard this, I could not help but nibble on my lower lip. I asked him the question but in certain circumstances, knew that there were questions whose answers I did not need to hear. If my question provoked in him memories he was uncomfortable with I did not need an answer.

“Well, if it’s hard to tell, you don’t have to tell me.” I reassured him.

“What? No, no. It’s not like that. I was just reminiscing.”

Contrary to his normal tone, Ricdorian’s voice, when he answered me, was flat, devoid of emotion.

Somewhere in the heavy, dreary space, in which we were in, his clear voice seemed to purify the air around us.

“My father said…He said this is a very old place. It was built a long time ago, a very long time ago we never knew existed…beyond imagination.”

As I listened, I recalled something. I have heard about this. Among the things that Baron was excited about, was the story about this cell.

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