Deciphered the Code Left by the cultist

You know those types of people you sometimes see when playing RPGs?

They are the wild northern barbarian warriors with muscle-bound bodies, menacing faces, draped in polar bear fur coats.

Arian’s grandfather was exactly that kind of person.

He looked like the type who would normally offer drinks with a hearty laugh, but would charge in through fire and water if a problem arose for his tribe.

Of course, as a noble and the former head of a ducal house, his tone and actions naturally carried a sense of dignity.

“Arian, it’s been a really long time. You haven’t visited at all, so I was worried something had happened.”

“Ah… I’m sorry…”

At her grandfather’s words, Arian bowed her head and apologized.

In response, her grandfather smiled instead and shook his head side to side.

“No need to be sorry, it’s enough that you’ve come now and let me know you’re safe. More importantly, won’t you introduce the person next to you?”...