Two days later, while Frank was cleaning the grass, Malcolm suddenly approached him to deliver a message from George.

“Frank! Mr. George wants you to come to his office!” commanded Malcolm, staring sharply at the new servant.

“Alright, I will go there,” Frank replied.

They immediately entered the castle and met their master. Malcolm and Frank saluted the young nobleman, George, who stared at Frank for a long time. Then, he instructed the new servant to sit while Malcolm left the room and closed the door. Frank’s heart raced as he awaited what his master would say.

“Keep what you witnessed two days ago to yourself,” George said.

“Alright, sir, I will remember that,” Frank replied softly as if his inner self was also burdened by the command.

“And you don’t need to talk much if you want to continue working here,” George threatened.

“Alright, Mr. George,” Frank answered, his face lowered in fear.

George raised his right hand, waving his palm as a signal for Frank to leave the room. The servant hurriedly walked out and closed the door behind him. Frank walked towards the backyard where several gardeners from Hogan Village were planting various types of flowers. They looked at Frank, surprised by the new servant’s changed expression.

“Why do you look like that, Frank?” Willy asked, laughing loudly.

“I’m feeling a bit unwell,” Frank lied, glancing at his other friends.

“If you’re sick, it’s better to rest,” Willy said worriedly.

“It’s okay, I can still work,” Frank replied, grabbing the grass cutter.

From a distance, John looked at Frank, who was still talking to Willy. He felt sorry for Frank, who was unaware of the events that often occurred in the castle. He had experienced the same thing when he first started working here, but his attitude had changed, and he continued working for Mr. George to continue his life.

Coincidentally, Malcolm was not in the area, so John took this opportunity to approach his neighbor.

“Hey, Frank, it seems like you have a problem?” John asked, probing.

“I don’t have any significant problems,” Frank tried to convince John.

“Are you sure about that?” John asked suspiciously.

“Yes, I’m serious,” Frank replied, continuing his work.

Then, John revealed that he knew and had experienced the same thing as Frank, and it was not something new to him. To hear his neighbor’s words, Frank signaled John to be quiet.

Not long after, a man riding a horse appeared in the distance. He rode his horse at a fast pace, causing the sound of the horse’s footsteps to be heard clearly and startling the workers there.

As he dismounted from his horse, he ran towards John and asked about Malcolm’s whereabouts. Spontaneously, John escorted the man to meet the head of the household.

Malcolm was in the stable, overseeing some of Mr. George’s beloved horses when Bruce reported the incident of a villager’s death in Verase village.

“Mr. Malcolm! A villager was attacked by a werewolf!” Bruce exclaimed, out of breath.

“How do you know that?” Malcolm asked, confused.

“A specialist doctor said so,” Bruce quickly replied.

“In that case, let’s go see Mr. George,” Malcolm invited, leaving the stable.

John immediately returned to his work, but he accidentally overheard Bruce’s conversation with Malcolm. His suspicion was strong that the deaths of the villagers in the four villages were somehow related to Voltaire Castle.

“Frank! My suspicion was right, something terrible is happening in Verase village,” John whispered.

“We should continue this conversation tonight, I’m afraid someone might hear and report it to Mr. George,” Frank whispered back.

John nodded and resumed his task, while Malcolm and Bruce arrived at Mr. George’s office and informed him about the incident, leaving the castle owner shocked. George immediately gave money for the funeral expenses of the deceased villagers and promised to visit the cemetery the next day.

After they left the room, George fell silent for a moment. Deep inside, he felt a profound concern and tried to solve this mystery, but the veil of mystery remained unbroken.

Night had come, and all the servants were in their respective rooms. Only John couldn’t close his eyes. Shortly after, he walked to Frank’s room, which was right next to his, and gently knocked on the door.

I thought you were asleep,” John said as he sat on the sofa.

“Not yet, I haven’t been able to sleep either,” Frank replied.

Then John told him about what he had known since he started working at Voltre Castle several years ago, and Frank listened attentively. John said that this incident happened every six months after the Grape Harvest celebration, and the victims were the residents of the four villages.

The villagers didn’t know the cause, but they were always scared leading up to the end of the celebration. Unfortunately, they couldn’t do anything meaningful to solve this mystery.

“Why don’t they just call the police?” Frank asked, surprised.

“That would be futile,” John replied, lost in thought.

“Can’t they investigate it?” Frank asked again.

“Yes, but there are still victims after that,” John replied, shaking his head.

“What do you mean, please explain in more detail?” Frank asked, even more curious.

John got up from the sofa and walked towards the window. He took a deep breath, lit his cigarette, and started smoking. After a while of silence, he began to answer Frank’s question, his voice trembling, a sign that he held a tremendous fear.

John told him that the police themselves died and turned into werewolves after trying to uncover the mystery. Since then, no one dared to talk about or investigate this terrifying case.

Hearing John’s story made Frank even more frightened, but John reminded him not to tell anyone about what he experienced because he didn’t know who was responsible for the deaths of the victims. Frank could only nod his head, unable to say a word, as if his mouth was tightly shut.

The night grew late, and the sounds of nocturnal animals could be heard outside the castle as if welcoming the darkness. The two servants were still awake, continuing their conversation. Suddenly, John, who was still standing near the window, saw four black shadows running in the forest not far from the castle.

Then John called Frank to come closer to the window and see the activities of the werewolves. Frank immediately did so, peeking from behind the curtain. However, he was shocked to see four werewolves devouring a woman.

Oh my goodness, how terrifying!” exclaimed Frank with a stuttering voice.

“That’s the kind of thing I often witness while working here,” calmly replied John.

“No wonder no one dares to talk about this, including Malcolm,” Frank said, nodding his head.

“Now you know why Malcolm forbids us from discussing this taboo subject,” John replied, sipping on the warm coffee that Frank had been serving since earlier.

Frank was still watching the Werewolves with wide eyes when he witnessed them entering the castle grounds, causing him to panic even more.

“Hey, John! Quickly look, all the Werewolves are entering the courtyard!” Frank exclaimed in shock.

But John remained seated, seemingly indifferent to Frank’s recent misfortune, and continued to sip his hot coffee. Seeing his friend’s lack of concern, Frank became even more puzzled and approached John.

“Why don’t you care when I call you?” Frank asked, with a bewildered expression.

“I know the Werewolves will come to this castle after they finish their prey,” John replied, still sitting on the sofa.

“Why are they entering this castle?” Frank asked, puzzled.

“That’s the mystery that has never been answered until now,” John replied, taking a deep breath.

Frank fell silent upon hearing his friend’s words, but he couldn’t help but think that perhaps the castle’s servants would be the next victims of the Werewolves.

“Have the Werewolves ever preyed on the servants here?” Frank asked, with a worried tone.

“Never once has there been a victim among the workers in this castle,” John replied confidently.

“I feel relieved to hear that, my body feels weak and helpless,” Frank said with a joyful expression.

John stood up and left the room. He was already sleepy when it was 4:00 in the morning, and the same was true for Frank, who had fallen asleep. When they woke up late in the morning, Malcolm scolded them. The head of the household was angry because Mr. George and Mrs. Marinda were going to a funeral today. John and Frank apologized to Malcolm for their carelessness.

In the castle courtyard, there was a busy atmosphere as several workers prepared the car and all the necessities to be donated to the victim’s family. Shortly after, George and Marinda entered the car, and George asked Brad to drive him to the Charles Nixon family’s house. The luxurious car slowly left the castle grounds, accompanied by John and Frank’s strange gazes.

After both of his masters left, the atmosphere in the castle returned to silence as they resumed their tasks, while in the Parvun forest not far from the castle, a foul smell filled the area, emanating from the body of a woman who had been torn apart by a pack of werewolves.

Coincidentally, a hunter was passing through the forest, hunting a deer, when suddenly his sense of smell was disturbed by the foul odor, making his stomach churn instantly.

“Where is this foul smell coming from?” he wondered to himself as he tried to locate the source of the stench.

He was shocked to see the corpse of a woman with a large hole in her stomach lying stiff behind a big tree. Her entire abdominal organs were missing, both of her eye sockets were empty, leaving only her tongue protruding out, and her body was covered with scratches and tears, smeared with dried and musty blood.

“This is truly horrifying,” Roy said, trying to hold back his nausea.

Roy suspected that this woman had fallen victim to the ferocity of wild animals while crossing the forest. The young man immediately left the area and intended to report this incident to the head of the Hogan village.

Roy was a newcomer to the village of Hogan; he had just moved there yesterday with his mother and three siblings because their old house in London had been sold. Since the death of his father, his mother decided to move to the small village where there was a house inherited from his late grandfather. Now, the empty house was inhabited again and bustling with life.

Roy arrived at his village and hurriedly walked towards Mr. Tomy Brugman’s house. He knocked on the door, calling out the village head’s name, and footsteps could be heard approaching the door. Mr. Tomy now stood before him with a panicked expression.

“What’s wrong, Roy?” Mr. Tomy asked, looking at the young man in surprise.

“A woman has been killed in the forest, it seems like she was attacked by a wild animal!” Roy exclaimed, out of breath.

“Oh my goodness! Poor woman, let’s call some villagers to bury her there!” Mr. Tomy invited, closing his door.

The middle-aged man called out to several villagers through a loudspeaker, and in an instant, almost all the villagers gathered to hear the bad news. Among the villagers, Mother Lorena and his three siblings were present, listening to the announcement with worried faces. Roy approached his mother and explained what he had seen, reminding her to be cautious of wild animals.

“I saw the body in the forest and reported the incident to Mr. Tomy,” Roy said.

“How terrifying that incident was, my son,” his mother replied with a panicked face.

“I have to go back to the forest to escort them now,” Roy said again.

“Alright, be cautious when you are there,” his mother reminded her son.

Roy nodded and before leaving once again, he reminded his family to quickly enter and lock the house, as many wild animals were lurking in the surrounding area.

The village officials immediately headed to the forest and they were all shocked to find out that the terrible incident reported by Roy was indeed true.

Mr. Tomy, along with several villagers, began to dig a hole to bury the woman’s body, and then, after they finished, they held a simple burial ceremony in the forest.

After that terrible incident, Roy never went back there to hunt deer, he was very anxious that he might experience the same thing as that woman at any time. A few days later, a middle-aged woman came to Hogan village, she seemed busy asking some villagers and finally came to Roy’s house as directed by them.

The woman, with hesitant steps, knocked on the door and not long after, Roy stood in front of her, looking at her in surprise.

Then, the woman introduced herself and explained her purpose for coming to this village. Roy felt sorry for the woman, he found it difficult to explain the truth. So, he could only remain silent and at that moment, Lorena’s mother appeared and sat next to her son, smiling as the woman turned to Roy and gestured for her son to remain silent.

With confidence and calmness, Lorena’s mother explained the characteristics of the girl being sought by the woman, stating that the girl was not a resident of this village.

The woman continued to listen to Lorena's mother's explanation until suddenly she screamed hysterically and cried out loudly as she fell to the floor. Lorena's mother and Roy were shocked to see this and tried to calm the woman's heart.

"Be patient, Catrin! Calm yourself!" shouted Lorena's mother as she held the woman's shoulder.

"I can't bear to see Inggrid die like that!" Catrin shouted as she struggled to release her shoulder from Lorena's grip.

Roy panicked and brought a glass of cold water, which he gave to the woman. After drinking the water, Catrin's feelings calmed down a bit and she began to tell Lorena about something unknown to her.

Catrin began to tell about her daughter who had left a week ago with a handsome young man, and she didn't know where her daughter had met this young man. The last time Inggrid asked for permission to go to Cardiff with the young man and promised to return before nightfall, Catrin forbade her daughter to go with a man she had just met. However, Inggrid remained firm in her decision, and reluctantly, Catrin gave her permission. That was the last time Catrin saw her daughter alive, and now she heard the news of her daughter's tragic death.

"Maybe that young man killed her," Catrin said, tears streaming down her face.

"I also suspect that," Roy replied, nodding his head.

"We have to investigate this slowly," Lorena said.

Roy said that in any case, this mystery had to be solved so that it wouldn't spread and claim more lives. Both women agreed with Roy's intention.

As the night approached, Lorena asked Catrin to stay overnight at her house, and the woman agreed. Tonight, the full moon appeared, and the village of Hogan seemed somewhat bright with the moonlight shining. Lorena, Roy, and Catrin were still talking when suddenly they were startled by the sound of a long and mournful wolf howl.

They got up from the sofa and approached the window. Coincidentally, the lights inside the house were dim. They widened their eyes as they peeked outside, where two Werewolf humans were running towards the village of Hogan, chasing a man who was screaming for help. However, none of the villagers dared to go out and help. They didn't want to face those ferocious creatures and suffer the fatal consequences.

Roy couldn't help the man. His weapon wouldn't be able to kill the Werewolves, so he intended to meet with a pastor who was his friend to seek a solution to this case.

"We can't help him," Roy said, looking at the man being chased by the two supernatural creatures.

"His fate is the same as my daughter, who was devoured by them," Catrin replied sadly.

"I have to meet Pastor Albert tomorrow," Roy said as he closed the curtains and sat back on the sofa.

"Can he find a solution to this case?" Catrin asked hopefully.

"I don't know yet," Roy replied.

Then the young man explained that he would tell his friend about the case that had happened in this village and ask for guidance. Hearing the young man's words brought a glimmer of hope to escape from the deadly terror that now plagued the once-peaceful village.

The man had been captured and taken by the two werewolves, so all the villagers knew that the man's life would not last much longer. All the lights in the villagers' houses went out, making the village look like an uninhabited silent area. Seeing this, Catrin's mother looked very scared and sad, and she intended to move far away from the Swansea area.

"I will not stay in Swansea anymore," said Catrin's mother.

"Why?" asked Lorena's mother, surprised.

"I want to forget the past and live with my brother in West Germany," Catrin's mother replied, shedding tears.

"Alright then, we can only pray for you," Lorena's mother said with a smile.

The next morning, Roy accompanied Catrin's mother back to her house and then continued his journey to the Bradford church in West Yorkshire. When he arrived there, the atmosphere in the church seemed quiet. Roy entered the large church courtyard with enthusiasm.

He knocked on the door several times, and a monk opened the door. The religious servant asked about the purpose of his visit.

"I want to meet Pastor Albert, is he here?" Roy asked hopefully.

"Of course he is, come with me," Rudi replied, leading the way to the office.

Roy followed the monk, and when they arrived, he saw his friend sitting there, watching Roy's arrival. Pastor Albert was very happy. It had been several years since they had last met, and now they were able to meet again.

"It's been a long time since we last met, is there anything I can help you with?" Pastor Albert asked.

"Of course, I need your help," Roy replied with a smile.

Then, Roy told him about the incident of Inggrid's death in the forest in a horrifying way. Pastor Albert and monk Rudi were very shocked to hear the report.

They empathized with the grief experienced by Catrin's mother, and Pastor Albert promised to help Roy solve this problem.

"I have heard of a plant that can ward off werewolves," Pastor Albert said.

"What plant is that?" Roy asked eagerly.

"Wolfbane," Pastor Albert replied.

"Where can I find that plant?" Roy asked again, becoming more curious as he listened to the explanation from his friend.

Pastor Albert said that the plant was located at the peak of the Cambrian mountains and they had to make the journey tomorrow morning. Hearing the good news, Roy's spirit was reignited and he would convey the good news to his family and the villagers.

Shortly after, he immediately returned to Hogan village with the news and called all the villagers to gather and announce the news.

How joyful all the villagers were when they heard the good news. They had always been haunted by fear because of the werewolf's actions, which had been slaughtering people in several villages in the Swansea region.

The next morning, Roy left accompanied by all the villagers who escorted him to the village border. They hoped that the young man would accomplish his mission and make the village lively again without fear.

Pastor Albert had prepared his horse along with Rudi, while the other monks stayed behind to carry out their church duties as usual. The three of them went to the Cambrian mountains with enthusiasm to find a useful antidote plant to fight against the werewolf pack.