The very next morning…
Princess Famoura did not waste even a single moment.
No rest.
No peace.
No hesitation.
The moment sunlight touched the towers of Château de Chambord, she was already moving—her cloak flying behind her like a dark flame.
Her heart burned with restless rage.
Not because she feared the unknown…
But because someone had dared to touch her mother.
And Famoura Felóenz did not forgive.
She ran through the forest path, her footsteps sharp against the earth, her mind replaying the nightmare again and again.
Princess Catherine's trembling body.
Her suppressed screams.
The invisible force pressing her chest.
That suffocating darkness.
Famoura's hands clenched tighter with every step.
And soon—
She reached Sylvester Woodland Library.
The old wooden doors creaked open as she entered.
Dust danced in the morning light.
The library smelled the same…
but the air felt colder.
As if the building itself sensed the storm inside her.
And then she saw them.
All four of them were already there.
Elizabeth.
Anthony.
Edward.
Victor.
Gathered in a small circle, whispering like soldiers awaiting war.
The moment Famoura stepped inside…
they all turned toward her.
They didn't need words to know.
Something had happened.
Something terrible.
Famoura walked toward them, her eyes heavy, her face pale but burning with fury.
Then she spoke.
And she told them everything.
Every detail.
Every breath.
Every terror.
She told them how Princess Catherine had been attacked in her sleep.
How her mother's body had been trapped like a prisoner.
How it felt like something demonic had crawled into the room…
and pressed upon her soul.
She described the nightmare.
The choking silence.
The fear in Prince Charles's eyes.
The way Famoura herself had been forced to enter the dream to save her.
When she finished…
The entire group fell silent.
Even the air inside the library seemed to freeze.
Elizabeth's lips pressed into a thin line.
Victor's eyes darkened.
Anthony looked genuinely disturbed.
Edward stood still like a statue.
Then Elizabeth finally exhaled, surprisingly calm.
"Honestly…" she said softly.
"This is not even surprising."
Famoura's eyes widened slightly.
"Not surprising?" she repeated.
Before she could say more, Victor clenched his fists.
"Yeah," he muttered, voice rough. "Only something evil could do such a thing."
The tension grew thicker.
Like invisible chains tightening around the room.
Then Edward finally stepped forward.
His voice was firm.
"Wait."
Everyone turned toward him.
Edward raised two fingers.
"From what I know about demonic visitation… it happens for only two reasons."
The silence deepened.
Edward spoke slowly, as if the words themselves carried danger.
"First reason…"
He paused.
"The victim becomes naturally attracted to a dark power."
Anthony swallowed.
Edward continued.
"Like a demon… or Satan itself."
A shiver ran through the group.
Even Victor's confident face cracked slightly.
Edward's gaze lowered.
"And the second reason…"
He paused again.
"Black magic."
Famoura's breath caught.
Edward's voice became colder.
"Someone could be controlling her… or trying to destroy her from the shadows."
The moment those words left his mouth—
Famoura's anger exploded.
She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound.
Her eyes burned.
Not like fear.
Like fire.
"If even a single scratch appears on my mother…" she said, her voice trembling violently, "I swear…"
Her fists tightened.
"…I will destroy whoever is behind this."
The room shook with her aura.
The lamp flame flickered.
Elizabeth's eyes widened.
Anthony stepped back unconsciously.
Victor looked impressed… but also unsettled.
But before Famoura could storm out—
Edward grabbed her hand.
His grip was firm.
Yet gentle.
"Calm down," he said sharply. "Think with your mind, not your anger."
Famoura's breathing was heavy.
Her eyes flashed at him.
But Edward did not flinch.
He looked directly into her eyes.
"Your anger is justified," he said.
His voice softened slightly.
"But protecting your mother is far more important."
Famoura's lips trembled.
Edward continued.
"If you want to save her… you must find the real reason behind this attack."
He tightened his grip slightly.
"You must find who is pulling the strings."
His voice grew deeper.
"And for that…"
He looked at the others.
"We are all with you."
For a second, Famoura stared at him.
Then suddenly—
All four voices erupted together.
"Yes!"
"We're with you!"
"We'll help you!"
The library felt alive again.
Not with warmth…
but with determination.
With unity.
With war.
Famoura's chest tightened.
For the first time…
she felt like she wasn't fighting alone.
But then—
Anthony Félix suddenly spoke.
His tone was hesitant, but serious.
"What if…"
Everyone turned toward him.
Anthony swallowed.
"What if… this is happening because of Vimpyr?"
Those words struck like lightning.
The entire group froze.
Famoura's expression stiffened instantly.
Even Edward's eyes narrowed.
Anthony continued quickly.
"Since the day we met Vimpyr… strange things have been happening."
His voice lowered.
"Too many strange things."
Silence.
A deadly silence.
The Sylvester Woodland Library felt like it had stopped breathing.
Then Victor shook his head firmly.
"No," he said. "That creature can't be behind all of this."
But Elizabeth stepped forward immediately, her eyes sharp.
"He attacked us with memory erase magic," she said.
Her voice was colder than usual.
"If he can do that… then why can't he do this too?"
Victor's jaw tightened.
"That's different."
Elizabeth didn't back down.
"How do you know that?"
The debate began rising.
Voices sharpened.
Fear turned into anger.
And the argument was about to explode—
When Edward suddenly stepped forward.
His eyes were cold.
His voice was harsh.
"Stop using your useless brains for nonsense."
Everyone froze.
Even Victor.
Edward's expression was serious now—dead serious.
"Vimpyr is the guardian of the Felóenz family," he said, "not their devourer."
The moment he said that—
Famoura's head snapped toward him.
Her heartbeat spiked.
"…What did you just say?" she asked, stunned.
Edward met her gaze without fear.
"Yes," he replied calmly. "You didn't know, did you?"
Famoura's lips parted.
Edward continued.
"Vimpyr is not your enemy."
He stepped closer.
"He is your family's protector."
Famoura's heart pounded so loudly she felt it in her ears.
Edward's voice became heavier.
"During the era of your grandmother…"
He paused.
"…Queen Margret."
Famoura stiffened at the name.
Edward continued.
"Vimpyr used to guard the castle from outside. He protected the royal bloodline."
Anthony's eyes widened.
Victor looked confused.
Elizabeth's face turned pale.
Edward narrowed his eyes.
"And even when you were born…"
His voice dropped.
"It was Vimpyr who saved your life."
Famoura's breath caught.
Her throat went dry.
She couldn't even blink.
Edward continued, darker now.
"But after Queen Margret was accused… and sentenced to death…"
The atmosphere turned icy.
Edward's voice became almost like a curse.
"All Vimpyrs were cursed."
Elizabeth shivered.
Anthony stepped back.
Victor's face hardened.
Edward pointed toward the floor.
"They were sealed beneath this very library," he said.
His voice was low.
"Trapped here. Unable to escape."
Famoura's fists clenched.
"…Accused?" she repeated slowly.
The word felt strange on her tongue.
She stepped forward, anger and disbelief twisting together.
"Edward… don't say such things."
Her voice rose.
"She wasn't good. She got the punishment she deserved."
Then she narrowed her eyes.
"And how do you even know about Vimpyr?"
Edward's expression remained calm.
"When I was a child," he said quietly, "I overheard two soldiers talking."
Famoura's heart trembled.
She shook her head.
"No."
Her voice grew sharper.
"This is all a lie."
Victor immediately nodded, pointing aggressively.
"Exactly! If Vimpyr is truly the protector of the Felóenz family… then why did he attack us?"
He glared.
"That's why King Francis cursed him and sealed him inside the Evigheden Library."
Edward's lips curved into a slight side smile.
Not amused.
Mocking.
He looked at Victor like he was looking at an idiot.
"You and your cheap mind…" Edward muttered.
Victor's eyes widened.
Edward continued calmly, almost sarcastically.
"Isn't it possible…"
He leaned forward slightly.
"…that he simply didn't recognize Famoura?"
The group fell silent again.
Edward's voice grew sharper.
"So many people might have used Famoura's name to manipulate him."
He stared at Famoura.
"Vimpyr needs proof before he trusts anyone."
Famoura's lips parted.
But no words came.
Her eyes lowered.
Her voice became almost a whisper.
"…But how will I make him believe me?"
Elizabeth suddenly stepped forward, cutting through the tension like a blade.
"Enough," she said firmly.
Her eyes were serious now.
"Stop focusing on Vimpyr for now."
She pointed toward Famoura.
"We need to find out the truth behind Princess Catherine's demonic visitation attack."
Anthony nodded slowly.
Victor's fists unclenched.
Edward looked away, thoughtful.
Famoura remained silent.
Because one thing was now clear.
This was no longer just a strange incident.
This was no longer just a hidden library.
This was no longer just a forbidden book.
This was a conspiracy.
A dark one.
And somewhere beyond their sight…
Someone had already started the war.
And the castle…
had no idea the battlefield was already inside its walls.