52 Premonition

Right when Casimir was about to stand up and leave, feeling relieved when his father had finished chatting with Clement, he realized that the two older men weren't actually heading outside but were heading further inside the Durand family house.

??? Casimir was filled with confusion. Just what are these two up to?

But, before he could ponder on the matter, however, Alexander gave him a look which told him to follow along. Left with no other options, Casimir just sighed helplessly and followed while being filled with chills from the intense staring of Beatrice.

Seriously, little girl! Can you not?

As Casimir followed along behind the two older men through a long corridor that seemed to head downwards, they finally arrived in front of a metallic gate that was locked using thick chains and a heavy padlock. Under the eyes of the other two, Clement pulled out a silver key from inside his coat pocket and unlocked the gate, the clanking of the chains resounding loudly in the rather silent corridors.

The gates swung open with a single tug from Clement's burly arms and he motioned for them to enter. As they did, however, the gate closed shut behind them, startling... No one at all. All of them had good mental fortitude and the shutting of the gate was a classic horror movie scenario.

Inside the room behind the gates were shelves filled with scrolls, books, notes, parchments, and other unknown artifacts. Swords, halberds, spears, and other medieval weaponries hung on the walls in great conditions. Actually, the room looked more like an old armoury than a room... It probably was an armoury. Most likely an armoury. Stupid.

Clement led the way all the way to the back where the bigger weapons were located. Along the way, they passed many kinds of shiny and unblemished weapons. There were long swords, short swords, bastard swords, great swords, sickle swords, oriental swords, bows and arrows, crossbows, shields, spears, halberds, axes, and even gigantic hammers.

When they arrived at the very back, there was only a single weapon that occupied the entire wall. It was an ominous looking scythe which was nearly three meters in length and had a blade of a meter and a half which gleamed in a cold light.

Unlike the other weapons which looked to be newly made and never used, this one had obvious marks which only came with long periods of usage as well as a bloody aura, as if it had faced battle on multiple occasions.

The killing intent that the scythe exuded was so strong that, from ten meters away, Casimir already felt as if the air turned heavier with the thick scent of blood. To people who had never experienced or seen death before, perhaps, they would only feel the air turn chillier but, for Casimir who had faced and even brought death before, this feeling was akin to entering the battlefield. It was very familiar to him and, unconsciously, his expression stiffened but he tried to ease it quickly.

Unfortunatel, Clement, being used to being in battle and had inherently keen perceptions, still manage to catch a glimpse of Casimir's expression and was intrigued. How can a child this young be able to keenly perceive the killing intent of the scythe. Aside from his curiosity, the man also felt a bit of hope. Perhaps in this generation, the founder's scythe will once again find its rightful owner and instill fear in the battlefield as it is destined.

Maybe he will have the chance to see the scythe in action before he dies. Hopefully.

"The founder's scythe has been in your family's protection for exactly five centuries now." Alexander said casually, gazing at the scythe in awe and admiration. "From this day forth, it is our family's turn to safeguard it for the next five centuries, then, it will be passed to the Legrand family for safekeeping. Are there any objections?"

"...None." Clement said coldly. "But... I hope your family will keep it safe... Until the time the rightful owner comes to take it and use it. As the founder has prophesized... The rightful one will one day arrive, and at that time... The world will be cleansed once more."

As Clement said that, he gave a meaningful glance towards Casimir who looked back at him in caution. Unaware of their little exchange, Alexander carefully wore a pair of leather gloves and tried to take down the scythe from the wall gently, as if afraid of breaking a piece of priceless treasure.

"You can rest assured. It is very safe in our hands." Alexander said indifferently and placed the scythe on a grand chest that was placed below the wall and had it enter his bag.

...

During the course of the next few days, Alexander and Casimir travelled towards Paris where they met up with a few more friends of Alexander's and picked up more mysterious artifacts. Although each of them looked to be very interesting and seemed to be hiding unseen powers in them, Casimir couldn't bring himself to pay attention to them.

All he could think about was the mysterious scythe that they had gotten from the Durand family home. From the first second he saw it, it was as if there was something pulling him towards the weapon. Like his very soul was being summoned, ordering him to touch it and complete the bond.

The scythe just had something in it that seemed to scream to him that they were destined, fated partners. Created for only one goal and that was for battle. What they were battling for, who they were battling against, he knew nothing of. All he knew was the scythe's immense thirst for blood.

Unfortunately, since that day, Alexander had told him no more information about the scythe, as if Casimir had just dreamt of the entire matter happening.

But, despite this, Casimir had the premonition that he would be able to reunite with scythe soon. He just had to be patient.