Estelle followed the servant through the suspended walkway that wrapped around the castle. As they crossed,
Estelle couldn’t help but notice an incongruous structure standing out against the backdrop of the castle. Tucked
among the trees, it looked like a quaint chapel.
The presence of a chapel designed with oriental elements within the grounds of an ancient castle seemed oddly
out of place, a jarring blend of styles.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe Brennans had some distant ancestry from across the world. If the old man fancied a slice of the East in his
backyard, it was perfectly reasonable.
Estelle shrugged her thoughts off and proceeded to follow the servant.
Soon after, Estelle was ushered into the study. The room boasted classical elegance, spanning roughly a
thousand square feet. One wall was dominated by large European-style windows, another by a cozy sitting
area, while the remaining two were covered floor to ceiling with mahogany bookcases. The sight was nothing
short of stunning.
As Estelle stepped onto the plush carpet, she noticed that the books on the shelves were meticulously
organized. The section dedicated to literature spanned centuries, covering every conceivable subject. Among
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them, Estelle spotted several volumes that had reportedly been lost to the annals of history, yet here they were,
collected under the Brennans’ roof. She was craning her neck to get a better look when another servant entered
the room. “Miss, the young master sends his apologies. He’s been detained by an unexpected visitor. He asks that
you wait here for half an hour. Feel free to peruse any book you fancy, and if you require anything else, do not
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhesitate to summon me.” “Thank you,” Estelle replied, offering the servant a polite nod. She browsed the shelves
and pulled out a historical medical tome, rumored to have been lost to time. Here it
was in the Brennan estate. Estelle wondered what an uproar it would cause among the scholars to know.
After leafing through a few pages and realizing she couldn’t quite decipher the text, she slid the book back into
place. She pulled out another couple of books, and as she did so, one of them triggered something. A hidden
compartment in the bookshelf slid open, revealing a small drawer with a photograph inside.
Estelle wasn’t one for prying, but as the drawer slid out, she caught a glimpse of the image and paused. It was a
photo of a girl in camouflage gear, her face obscured by a mask, standing on the edge of a desert. The girl’s
eyes were sparkling amidst the swirling sands. It was no other but the young Estelle.
Estelle was stunned. Could Lambert know her? But she had no recollection of him.