𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𖤍 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

His whole life had been misery, and the more time passed, the worse it became. He was tormented by pain and a terrible sensation of hunger and thirst, but he couldn't free himself from it. He slept poorly and had horrible nightmares. But on the night between the 30th and the 1st, Florian finally managed to sleep well and even slept until five in the morning. When Florian woke up, he discovered that his master was dead. The same hateful man who had tormented him for so many years was finally gone.
Maybe there is some good in the world after all?
Florian froze on the spot with his eyes wide, then rushed to the study to see it with his own eyes. It was true. Florian had seen with his own eyes the corpse of his master. Victor Graves was lying on the floor, gray, thin as a skeleton. The office reeked of urine and feces.
Suddenly, a smile appeared on Florian's face, even though it was hard to smile because of the stitches sewn into his mouth. He smiled for the first time in years. He hadn't yet forgotten how to do it.
Then the police arrived and began questioning the few people who lived on the estate. They had to cut the stitches from Florian's mouth, and he spoke for the first time in years. But his voice was very weak. Naturally, he didn't know what had happened to his master. After the interrogation, he went to eat and drink and felt warmth in his stomach for the first time in years. For the first time, he was freed from the feeling of hunger and thirst.
I wonder if the wounds would still hurt. Maybe... with Graves' death, all the spells had completely vanished?
Then came the funeral. And then the housekeeper-probably the only person who ever cared about Florian-said that the master's heir would soon appear, and that he would have to serve someone again. But he was afraid, the Grace family was cursed, and all its members were monsters.
But what could Florian do?
He had been raised to serve-and for nothing else.