[The Shadow That Belongs To The Canham Family Artist]
[There are rumors in the Canham Estate that the family has been cursed and the gift of drawing has been taken away.
Somewhere in the secret room are the forgotten works of a Divine Master.
]
[ One of the paintings should not be forgotten.]
[ Activation conditions: doubt the fall and the right to the inheritance of the next generation.]
[Difficulty: Low]
[Failure conditions: allow the Council to declare the clan to have lost the gift of seeing magical art.]
Camelot looked at the inscriptions on the pages of the grimoire.
«That’s the news.»
The book was gone.
Arthur frowned.
«Are you still flying in the clouds?»
Camelot raised his head.
«No, it’s okay, Father.
I’m just thinking.»
He looked at his Father.
And then, for the first time all morning, he smiled.
«When will the Council come?»
«Tomorrow morning.»
«Then we have the whole day.»
Arthur looked at him in surprise.
«For what?»
Camelot got up from the bed.
«To find out if we’ve really lost our talent for this art.»
He headed for the door.
«And if you haven’t lost it?»
for the first time in a long time, Arthur saw in his son’s eyes not confusion, but a strange gleam.
«Then the Council will regret its visit tomorrow.
And now let’s go to the kitchen, everyone is waiting for us.»
Camelot left the bedroom and walked through the narrow corridors of the first floor.
The kitchen greeted Camelot with the smell of fresh bread and grilled meat.
He had barely crossed the threshold when a maidservant ran up to him.
«Sir Camelot!»
She stopped in front of him, breathing heavily.
Camelot looked at her in surprise.
«What happened»
The girl looked around and lowered her voice:
«You…
don’t remember anything?»
«But should I?»
She hesitated.
«There was a reception at our manor.
Two days ago.»
Camelot frowned.
Fragments of other people’s memories immediately surfaced in his head, where a violinist was playing, many voices, and a glass of blue wine in Camelot’s hand.
One at first.
Then the second one.
He slowly covered his eyes with his hand.
«No…what a shame.»
The maid nodded nervously
«You were very drunk.»
«How drunk?»
The maid became thoughtful
«So much so that I was surprised that you even reached the greenhouse of the manor after that.»
Camelot slowly looked at her.
«Do we have the Estate’s Greenhouse?»
«Yes.
You kept muttering that you wanted to draw.»
She hesitated.
«However, you almost fell down the stairs on the way.»
Camelot felt a sense of foreboding rise inside him.
«And what happened then?»
«You got to the greenhouse, took a brush and yellow paint…» the girl lowered her gaze.
«And then, without finishing the painting, you lost consciousness.»
Camelot was silent.
«The head maid Tatiana immediately ran after the viscount.»
«And my father came?»
«Yes.» the maid nodded.
«The Viscount came very quickly.
He was…»
She stopped talking.
«How?»
«Very angry at you.»
Camelot was already beginning to guess what he would hear next.
«He scolded you.»
«For fainting?»
«Not really.
» the maid awkwardly adjusted her front ones.
«He said you’d call Roth Canham again with your antics.»
«Again?»
«You drunk a lot, mister.» she immediately added: «And you often bring women to evening receptions, they stay with you overnight and their screams can be heard all over the estate.»
Camelot slowly covered his face with his palm.
His face was red with shame, even though it wasn’t him.
And the one who owned this body before him.
But he was still ashamed.
«I get it.»
New memories began to pop up in his head.
Luxurious halls.
Glasses of wine.
Girls.
Laughter.
Other people’s hands on his shoulders.
Promises he wasn’t going to keep.
And then death in the greenhouse.
Camelot slowly lowered his hand.
«So I was a womanizer and an alcoholic.»
he looked at his reflection in the window.
The maid hurriedly turned away.
«Master…the main thing is that you are safe and sound now.»
«There is no need for consolation.»
Camelot sighed.
Now a lot of things were becoming clear.
His father didn’t just look at him in the bedroom as if he were a sick son.
He was looking at a man who had been destroying the family’s reputation for years.
And that’s why the Council had to come.
Camelot looked down at his hands.
It’s a strange feeling.
He got a new life.
But they got someone else’s past along with it.
«What’s her name?»
«Who?»
«The head Maid.»
«Didn’t I already tell you?
Her name is Tatiana.
She is currently in the greenhouse of the estate.»
Camelot thought about it.
The greenhouse.
It was there that the previous Camelot lost consciousness.
That’s where he was found.
He also wanted to paint there.
«Then I’d like to go there after lunch.»
Camelot did not immediately go to the greenhouse.
After talking to the maid, he wanted to put his thoughts in order first.
In addition, his stomach persistently reminded him that he had spent the last two days without food.
When he came to the dining room.
The table was already set.
There were porcelain plates, silverware, and glasses in front of each place.
The servants brought the dishes one by one, and Viscount Arthur Canham sat at the head of the table.
Camelot took his place.
There was a woman sitting across from him, whom he had never seen before.
There was a teenager next to her.
He looked at them but didn’t ask anything.
He was much more interested in other things.
«Father.»
Arthur looked up from his plate.
«Yes.»
‹Who was the last person in our family to have the gift?»
The table became noticeably quieter.
Arthur looked at his son for a while, as if trying to figure out why he suddenly decided to ask about this.
«Your grandfather.»
«And what was his name?»
«Aurelius Canham.» Arthur took the glass and took a small sip.