The only time Lancel had ever witnessed that name—no, that figure—was during whatever vision Nyarlathotep had forced upon him. A woman who, for some reason, bore an uncanny resemblance to Leticia.
"Merlin…"
"Mhm." Countess Gretelle nodded. "A witch far more legendary than the First Grand Witch. I've never seen her myself, but my Master once told me that her magic was something no witch should ever attempt."
"She's… real?"
"Huh?" Countess Gretelle blinked. "Oh, of course she is. Have you heard of her?"
"She's… immortalized in a novel."
"A novel…" Gretelle let out a small breath, considering it for a moment. "Ah, that piece of rubbish meant to fictionalize the founding of Brinte, I presume. Don't take any of that at face value. Barely anything written there is accurate."
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