Chapter 1889

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Kemp was utterly stunned, visibly shaken by what Alger said.

Vivian frowned. She felt that the priest seemed to have some real skill.

She had never asked about Manfred's birthdate or sought to look at his fate, although she had learned fortune-telling as a child from Viola

Viola also warned her that revealing too many of the heavens' secrets would invite karmic retribution, so she had never tried.

But a destiny to remain alone...

"Isn't there a way to break it? Our lord doesn't have anyone who truly understands and cares for him right now, and it's impossible for him to never marry.

"Mr. Marshman, you're so skilled-you must have a way, right?" Kemp pleaded, genuinely anxious.

If it were someone else, Kemp wouldn't care whether they lived their life under such a fate. But after following Manfred for over two years, he knew too well the hardships the man had endured.

The struggles before the age of 16 were unimaginable. Now, after finally finding some peace, was he to spend the rest of his life tormented by loneliness?

Alger stroked his beard, maintaining his enigmatic demeanor.

"Don't speak of this to anyone. I'll discuss it thoroughly with Glen. Breaking such a fate isn't easy. Furthermore, your lord's current situation might be far more complex.

"If there were indeed a female ghost, it would be easier to handle. But there isn't one," Alger said, then walked out of the room.

Kemp was left baffled, hurriedly following after him.

Before leaving, he turned back, waved his hand at the candle, and extinguished it, plunging the room into darkness again.

Vivian sat on the bed, her brows furrowed as she fell into deep thought.

Half an hour later, inside a carriage, Glen impatiently asked Alger as soon as he boarded, "Did you find the female ghost?"

"Your grandson is destined to remain alone. There's no female ghost-not around him, nor anywhere within the household," Alger replied.

Glen's eyes widened, his reaction mirroring Kemp's earlier shock. "Destined to remain alone? My grandson is handsome and charismatic-there are at least ten or twenty noble daughters in Vlario who are smitten with him at first sight.

"Even several of my granddaughters are enamored with him. How could he be destined to remain alone? Did you examine him properly?"

"I examined him thoroughly. Are you questioning me?" Alger said, displeased.

The two were old friends, and Glen knew full well the extent of Alger's abilities. Realizing his slip, Glen quickly corrected himself.

"It's not that I don't trust you—I'm

just overwhelmed with worry. If I

didn't trust you, I wouldn't have

asked for your help. I understand the implications—it means a life of

solitude. But my grandson has

suffered so much already, and I

can't let this fate bind him. You must

find a way to break it."

"Breaking it is no easy task, and it requires your grandson's

cooperation. However..." Algenet

expression grew grim. "That might not even be the most severe issue."

Glen was alarmed. "What do you mean? How can that not be the worst?"

"I suspect there's something wrong with his mind," Alger said gravely.

Glen nearly exploded with rage. "How dare you! My grandson is incredibly intelligent!"