A fight for dominance and nobility

Chapter forty-four: Qui destruit

I stared up at the dark sky in awe. Nature truly is beautiful. It is funny how one gets to appreciate what life has to offer when the clock is nearing end-time. The low rumble of thunderstorms is what keeps me going. I am not French, and I have never ventured into the French lands before, lucky for me, I managed to get a carriage for myself and explore the foreign city I dared to roam.

'Do you know the old Blanchet manor? 'I asked politely.

I could already imagine the warm smile on the French man's face even though I cannot see him.

'Yes!' his enthusiasm replaced my thoughts of doom with a spark of happiness. 'There are legends about the manor.'

Their thick French accent gave always enticed me. Well, one individual but he does not matter at this point. Blanchet may be a charming fellow but cruel at heart.

Shaking my head to stop myself from thinking about Blanchet I develop another strategy to disrupt my train of thought further. 'What legends if I may ask?'

'You know, scary things madam.'

I immediately thought of the time Blanchet bared his elongated canines at me. Memories of the way his eyes glowed flashed a stream of memories in my mind. The way his muscles protruded out of his arms was bizarre.

'How long has this legend existed?'

'More than one hundred years.'

I refrained from a gasp of shock as I stared down at my lap where my scythe was placed. It was covered by linen I bought at the local French markets. I cannot walk around this beautiful city with such a strange yet famous object in my hand. It is a huge risk. Judging by the number of locals who know the legend, they probably know what it looks like but have never seen it with the naked eye.

'Do you believe it?'

'Err ...what do you mean mademoiselle?'

'Do you think the legend is real?'

Such a silly question for me to ask of course. I just want to know the local's perception on this entire situation.

'Well, I do not know. There have been no sightings recorded in France, but I can assure you that strange things began to happen as soon as Blanchet's grandson returned.'

I snorted at the word grandson. Blanchet is no grandson; he is the actual son of Blanchet. 'Do you know more about the legend?'

'Not really. That is all. No one really knows more about it.'

'That is fine.' I smiled politely.

What does the scythe even do?

'If I may ask miss, what are you going to do at the Blanchet manor?'

I gulped. I do not even know what I must do granted the fact that I do not know much about the prophecy.

'I am an explorer. I was sent here to peruse Blanchet's files. Who knows, we might find a relic that might help prove whether the legend is a myth or not.'

'You are from England, mademoiselle.' He stated. 'Sorry – your accent says a lot.'

'Yes I am. '

'Please do not tell the locals about your reason for being here.' He warned.

What does he mean? Is it a crime to talk about the legend or does he envy my journey? Which one is it? I have never ventured out of England before which makes it hard for me to know the rules and every place I land on. Is it forbidden to say such things?

'Is it forbidden to do so?'

He chuckled. 'no. Most locals loathe it when outsiders get involved in their own country's affairs. '