Everyone in town was packing their belongings, preparing to leave this cursed place. Sorlin Castle had come to an end.
Xiao Manxue checked out, and the team members returned to their rooms to pack their things. They gathered again at the inn's entrance, ready to leave. Unexpectedly, Granny Mary returned from the church to see them off. And she wasn't the only one; many residents came to bid farewell, including the ten pairs of newlyweds.
"Young people, there's no fresh lavender left in Sorlin Castle now. Here are some dried ones for you to take as a keepsake. At least they bear witness to the existence of Sorlin Castle," Granny Mary said, handing them a sachet, with a sigh.
Granny Mary had lived through the story from sixty years ago. At this moment, her feelings might have been mixed with reluctance and relief. A story that had weighed on her mind finally had an ending, albeit not a very satisfactory one.
