Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 650: Willian And Lazarus’s Past Trauma

Ronan stroked Irene’s hair gently and took his mask to leave his study and went to the meeting room to meet his three friends. He also didn’t forget to call Aimee to accompany Irene inside so that the child wouldn’t feel bored.

Inside the meeting room, William, Kael, and Lazarus were waiting. Ronan could only take a deep breath when he saw William and Lazarus already busy joking around with a bottle of alcohol in their hands.

"Really? I invited you here for an important meeting, but you are taking it casually?" asked Ronan who then ordered Kael to immediately get rid of the alcohol from before his eyes.

"Hey, don’t misunderstand just yet. I woke up with a very dizzy head. I just need a little relaxation," William replied then put his alcohol bottle aside.

"And I only accompany William. Drinks won’t taste good if you don’t have someone to accompany you," continued Lazarus, making William laugh happily.

Ronan then sat down in his place and ignored the two of them.

"So, you want to talk about something?"

"I want to arrange a long trip with Arielle and Irene," said Ronan, making Lazarus cheer excitedly.

"What trip?"

"I want to show Arielle and Irene the sea."

"Yeah, the time to show my charms is coming!" exclaimed Lazarus proudly.

As an admiral, his ships were his pride.

"But before that, I want to visit Grandmother Bertha’s manor first."

And they suddenly fell silent.

"Grandma Bertha? Are you sure, Ronan? Isn’t she... she doesn’t want to have anything to do with the kingdom affairs at all, doesn’t she?" William asked.

William and Ronan shared one bloodline. They had the same great-grandfather. William’s grandmother was the second child of their great-grandfather. Thus, making him a distant relative of Ronan, so Grandmother Bertha was the younger sister of the great-grandfather of Ronan and William.

Perhaps if the William family hadn’t left Northendell, he would now live in the area where Grandmother Bertha was. However, ever since his family decided to cut ties with the Royal Family of Northendell, William decided to be Ronan’s right-hand man.

He had refused the position of a duke when the higher-ups asked him to succeed his father’s title.

And getting to know Grandmother Bertha as a child had become his nightmare. It wasn’t only William who felt that, but Lazarus also thought the same thing. Lazarus and William were childhood friends. They had visited Grandmother Bertha’s manor several times, and it became their worst childhood memory that they didn’t want to talk about even after they grew up.

"Yeah. There are some things I would like to ask regarding the history in the past and the families affiliated with the royal family of the first king."

"Why does it have to be Grandmother Bertha?" Lazarus asked in confusion.

"Because she is the oldest person who has also met King Theodore. Surely, Grandmother Bertha knows a thing or two that I need."

Lazarus rubbed his face then shook his head. "This can’t be, Ronan. I’d rather wait for you at the pier. I don’t want to set foot in Grandmother Bertha’s manor ever again."

Kael glanced at William who nodded in agreement to Lazarus’ request. Kael was confused about what was happening between his friends and Grandmother Bertha, considering he was not from the royal family. Besides, he had never even heard of Grandmother Bertha before. They had been friends since the first years of the academy until now, yet never once did they mention Grandmother Bertha.

"Was Grandma Bertha that bad?" Kael asked with an innocent face.

"No. They’re just exaggerating it," Ronan replied.

William and Lazarus pounded on the table and threw Ronan a look of horror. He couldn’t accept that their childhood trauma was being taken lightly like this.

"Have you ever set foot in her manor, Ronan?"

"Yes, several times. When I was little, I often visited her manor because I was still a relative. But, my last visit was denied. Only that. Nothing bad happened," Ronan replied lightly.

William shook his head, and so did Lazarus. The two of them stood side by side behind Ronan and each of their hands touched the man’s shoulder firmly.

Ronan just shrugged his shoulders when Kael gave him a questioning look. It seemed William and Lazarus were getting ready to dramatize the situation.

"On a sunny day, where the Northendell sky was brighter than usual, two handsome and adorable boys arrived at the Roseville Manor. A place that looked so beautiful from the outside-"

"Can you get straight to the point? I don’t have much time to listen to your drama," exclaimed Ronan, interrupting Lazarus’ story at the beginning of his sentence.

William patted Lazarus on the shoulder and told his friend to sit down again. He would be the one who explained everything. William then put on a solemn face and walked slowly towards the wide glass window behind Ronan.

William’s hands were clasped behind his back as he looked up at the dark sky of Northendell even though it was already past noon. The sun should be shining brightly, but the dark clouds prevented it.

"That was my third visit to the Roseville Manor, and it was the second time for Lazarus. That time was probably the year before we entered the academy. Our parents got an invitation to attend Grandmother Bertha’s birthday party. As we already knew, Grandmother Bertha didn’t have a child, so she really liked having children in her manor."

William still continued his story solemnly. It was a sunny day in Northendell, so it wasn’t too cold there, and a few small children were playing in the park. They planned to stay for three nights since the birthday party would be held three days in a row.

At that time, William and Lazarus would enter the academy, so their parents also threw a small party for the other children to say goodbye to William and Lazarus.

Lazarus’s and William’s little party went pretty well. And one of the kids at the party, a friend of William and Lazarus, told something that made both of them instantly get terror-stricken.

The child said that Grandmother Bertha had a special room to punish naughty children. He said every night, they would hear screams for help and Grandmother Bertha’s satisfied laughter in the special room.