Chapter 34

As soon as Charles and Arnold stepped into Paul's place, they were escorted into the front hall by a gloomy butler. Confused as to what had happened, they saw that Kiara and all of Paul's students had gathered there, and the atmosphere seemed heavy. Kiara held her face in her hands, staring blankly at nothing, tear streaks still visible on her face. Christian's face was buried in his hands, and he was sobbing softly. Blavi was softly whispering something to Christian. "What happened?" Charles asked, his heart sinking. His instincts as an assassin caused him to be pessimistic. The only person that could cause this heaviness, that he could think of, was Paul. Did something happen to him? "Lord Charles, did you not hear the knell?" "Knell?" Charles glanced towards Arnold. The bell from atop Mount Saint Brunswick? Sure, they had both heard it, but neither had thought much of it. "His Grace has been reclaimed by the gods," the old butler sighed. "Oh lord..." Charles said and le