“This is ridiculous,” Ravelina said, tossing a book across Lyria’s room. It landed on the bed with an ineffectual thump, somewhat marring Ravelina’s point.
“Well, it’s the challenge,” sighed Lyria, rifling through a book to check the date of the completion of the Wolfsblood Castle.
“Please tell me it was thirty-two years after the Goddess,” Ravelina said, throwing herself back against the pillows dramatically, splaying her limbs across the couch.
“It is, actually,” Aertis piped up from the floor by the fireplace. “Castle Wolfsblood was first erected in the year thirty-two, although the original castle was destroyed in the Battle of Lunar Blood in the year twelve hundred.”
“And partially destroyed in the year fourteen hundred and sixty two, during the reign of the Pretender King.” Harib
