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Dear Frankenstein,
Perhaps it is within your nature to callously criticize me for writing letters you will never read, but it has been one hundred years since you’ve departed from Lukedonia, and I find myself wistful. Perhaps you would call me foolish, if you were here.
Try as hard as we might, we have yet to find anything of Sir Raizel’s whereabouts. Most have simply given up. I hope you have had better luck. Perhaps you are with him right now, in a new home, in a new land, serving him tea and basking in his peace, as you have always done. Perhaps you are happy. I hope you are.
I know you and Gejutel are fond of your charades and bluffs, but I believe you will be pleased to know that he remains in good health and has produced an honorable heir who will take over as the Landegre clan leader before very long. Perhaps once you return to Lukedonia with Sir Raizel safe and in your company, you will be greeted by the new shining face of the clan, and perhaps then, we may meet again as we have promised each other.
Sincerely,
Ragar Kertia
Dear Frankenstein,
Rajak Kertia is the name of my child. His silence is as steady as my own, and he takes his fledgling clan leader duties with utmost seriousness. I will admit, however, that in appearance, he has a vague resemblance to you. I assure you, this was not entirely intentional on my part, but I do tell him stories, at times. He enjoys the one of our first encounter.
I wonder if you remember that night. It is fine if you do not. I will remind you; I have never forgotten it. You showed us — Gejutel and me — both the horrors of your Dark Spear and the horrors of our own people. The part my son enjoys, however, is when you fooled us both with your simple human cunning and fled to Sir Raizel’s home, of all places.
I am eternally grateful for the night.
Do not tell Gejutel I have told you this.
Sincerely,
Ragar Kertia
Dear Frankenstein,
Today is a momentous day. It is the day our Lord steps down to pass the throne to Lady Raskreia. She is as graceful, as powerful, and as astute as any. However, I believe she is still rather young to be the new Lord, but I will not question His wisdom in choosing to do this now.
My second child, Rael Kertia, is not as silent and severe as Rajak. He has very much to learn in how to present himself with both pride and grace and is at times vindictive, but I trust that his older sibling will teach him well.
Perhaps you will recall, a long time ago, I had discussed the possibility of splitting soul weapons. I have begun that project now with Kartas. I hope to pass on the soul weapon to both of my children before I enter eternal sleep with the Lord.
I still await your appearance; I will introduce you to my heirs. I will wait for our meeting until it is time for me to go with the others.
Sincerely,
Ragar Kertia
Dear Frankenstein,
I find my time idle. I find myself listless. The clan leaders here do not spar like you do. They do not crave and cut like you do. I still remember Dark Spear’s touch against my skin. It is a terrible thing, but, curiously, I look upon it with a well worn fondness.
You would likely find me absurd.
Sincerely,
Ragar Kertia
Dear Frankenstein,
You are right. You have always been right about us. We nobles are no less vicious, no less greedy, and no less corrupt than anyone. Two clan leaders have been killed, one of them is Gejutel’s own, the other is the Loyard clan leader. Seira J. Loyard, a mere child, has taken on the role of clan leader. She has had to grow up far too quickly in these trying times. Lukedonia has been betrayed.
I fear something terrible has happened to Sir Raizel. I hope you have found him. I hope you are safe.
Sincerely,
Ragar Kertia
Dear Frankenstein,
Of our generation, only Gejutel and I remain. The others have passed on, along with the previous Lord. I will join them as well, very soon. I will go, and Kartas and Grandia will be inherited by Rajak and Rael, respectively.
I think about you, even now. Gejutel asks me why I am so ‘enamored with that human?’
Frankenstein, I had felt nothing and learned nothing for a thousand years until I had met you.
I hope to see you soon.
Sincerely,
Ragar Kertia
Dear Frankenstein,
I remain. I know I am not supposed to be here; I know that as the honorable, dutiful leader of the Kertia Clan, I should follow our Lord into eternal slumber. But Frankenstein, you are late. It is indecorous to be so late.
Rajak and Rael have their soul weapons now. After I write this final letter, I will go to the shore, the one on which you and I had parted ways, and I too will leave Lukedonia, and I will find you. I have waited for you for many long years. I hope you will wait for me as well.
We will see each other soon.
Your Friend,
Ragar