In the southernmost part of the Veylith kingdom, in a small town called Thalyar, a young warrior with great talent had emerged. This young man's name was Edwin Morgan. Young Edwin joined the army and, while defending Veylith's capital, Weyndor, during a siege known as the Weyndor Siege 29 years ago, he made significant efforts and lost his arm. Thanks to his outstanding achievements in battle, Edwin Morgan was rewarded by the King with the honorary title of baron and a large sum of money. With the money he earned, Edwin Morgan bought a magnificent, abandoned mansion in the dark forest near his hometown of Thalyar and retired due to the loss of his arm in battle.
Edwin Morgan, who retired, was declared the hero of Thalyar town, and the entire town began to respect the Morgan family. However, one day, Edwin Morgan and his family suddenly locked themselves in the mansion and never left it, refusing to accept guests. The Morgan family never hired anyone from the local community to work at the mansion; all the workers came from distant cities and towns, and no worker who entered the mansion was ever seen leaving it. Even after months, years, and decades passed, a worker who entered the Morgan mansion never left. The people of Thalyar had even begun to spread rumors that the Morgan mansion was cursed.
The town of Thalyar was buried under a blanket of white snow. The air was cold, and in the morning hours, the sun's rays could barely reach the earth through the clouds. Although it was the middle of early spring, the town of Thalyar was covered in snow. The snow that fell at this time of year felt really beautiful, like the snow that fell in winter, dry and not heavy enough to collapse roofs. All the buildings in Thalyar, or rather, all the buildings in Veylith , had roofs that had been built pointed for centuries due to the heavy snow. This architecture, accompanied by the snow falling on Veylith, added a beautiful atmosphere compared to the human settlements in the north.
In the early hours of the morning, coal smoke rose from all over the town. In the garden of Thalyar Church, little children were shoveling snow. These were the orphans of Thalyar town. It was their job to shovel the snow from the church with their little hands whenever it snowed in this cold weather. . It was a magnificent carriage, painted dark red and decorated with gold trim. However, the reason for the carriage's splendor was not the gold trim or decorations, but the two horses pulling it, whose black coats were wet with snow and whose jet-black bodies resembled the night sky.
When the car door opened, a young man got out. This man, who appeared to be in his twenties, possessed a striking beauty, a superhuman beauty that would make even actors in high society pale in comparison. His hair was jet black like the mane of the horse pulling the carriage, and his eyes were amber like those of a horse.
The young man, blessed with a divine and unique beauty,
had an appearance so beautiful and noble that he would shine even among the most ostentatious aristocrats. However, the person who stepped out of the horse-drawn carriage was neither dressed like a nobleman nor resembled anyone from the Morgan family, because he was none other than Othmar, the steward of the Morgan family.
As soon as Othmar stepped down from the carriage, a young nun, dressed in a long, simple black habit typical of nuns, covering her head and shoulders with a kind of headscarf, greeted Steward Othmar.
"Welcome, Mr. Othmar. I am Frederica, pleased to meet you," said the young nun.
"Thank you for hosting us, Sister Frederica. Calling me the steward or Steward Othmar is more than enough. I am also pleased to meet you," replied Othmar with an insincere smile on his face. However, even his insincere smile warmed the heart due to Othmar's heavenly appearance. The younger and more naive nun was fooled by Othmar's obviously fake smile.
"What do you mean, Steward Othmar? There's no need to thank us. It is our church's responsibility to welcome someone who serves the Morgan family. Besides, this is the first time someone working at the Morgan family mansion has come to our town.
When we received your letter, all the church staff were truly amazed that you would honor our church by coming here on behalf of the Morgan family. The late head of the family, Edwin Morgan, made a tremendous contribution to our church and our town in the past, which is why the Morgan family and those who serve them hold a special place in our church." When Sister Frederica finished speaking, Othmar smiled slightly and said, "It makes me happy to hear that the late Baron Edwin Morgan's name is still remembered with respect." The snow covering the town, buried in white due to the snowfall, absorbed all the noise around it. Othmar's already beautiful voice sounded even more soothing to the ear.
"How cruel time is, don't you agree, Sister Frederica? People are forgotten, names are erased from memory as if they never existed. Even though some names are memorable, they too will eventually fade away with time," said Othmar. Sister Frederica couldn't understand why Othmar would say such a thing, even if he was right, and looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Ah, forgive me, Miss Frederica, I spoke a little tactlessly." Sister Frederica thought Othmar was saddened by Edwin Morgan's death. "No, no, it certainly wasn't tactless. Steward Othmar, your devotion to Lord Edwin is admirable."
"You are very kind, Miss Frederica. I am sure you are a nun who truly loves her work," replied Othmar, without losing the slight smile on his face. Othmar paused for a few seconds and spoke again, "You know why I came here; I mentioned it in the letter. I am here for young master Ellias."