So you've climbed to the top of the wall. The time has come to face the threat...

Thanks to the unevenness in the old stone wall surrounding the estate, you still managed to climb up the wall.

This is a case where the lack of wall repairs due to lack of funds played a positive role. If these irregularities in the wall and protruding stones in the wall masonry were not there, then you simply would not be able to climb up the high stone wall.

Even now, it took all your strength to achieve your goal...

You feel exhausted and muscle tension.

You are breathing heavily. Sweat drips from your forehead.

There's a buzzing in your ears due to the rush of blood.

You stagger slightly and look around.

You are not alone here. Many persons are next to you on this stone wall.

Near the loopholes in the stone wall there is a group of warriors who are dressed in iron chain mail and armed with bows and crossbows. A dozen warriors. And one young knight in a steel cuirass, armed with a small war hammer. Visor of his closed helmet is raised and you see his handsome young face with a strong-willed chin and blue eyes.

Do you think that...

Yes, that’s right - this is the same knight you saw recently. A knight whose appearance was stolen by one of the doppleganger monsters. This knight was **** to be away from home at night. And the vile monster took the form of a knight and... began to “communicate” with the knight’s wife... You are almost sure that this doppleganger fucked his wife. Was this the same monster that now imitates the appearance of your brother? Or are there several dopplegangers in the Hawk Hill estate?

You don't know this.

But your premonitions are not at all optimistic...

And one more thing…

Among this group of persons who stand on the wall, you see that vile monster who still has the appearance of your brother Anton.

Pseudo-Anton quickly notices you.

He quickly turns in your direction. His luxurious dark lamellar armor (made from multiple plates of blued steel woven together with cords) looks impressive and reliable. On his belt is a sheath, inside of which you notice a weapon. The monster clearly values ​​his own safety and is smart enough to prepare for possible threats. Your eye catches the distinctive features of the sword hilt in its sheath. You've seen this weapon before... Judging by the hilt, this is one of your father's war trophies (Baron Radu did not like to talk in detail about the wars he participated in, but he mentioned that this sword was the weapon of one of the enemy bokranian commanders who died during the bloody battle with kuzosian troops a couple of decades ago). Curved steel shamshir sword with a wavy blade. The handle is decorated with elegant gold inlay. The wavy structure of the blade is not just an extravagant appearance. You remember how your father said that the wavy sharp edge of such a blade has increased cutting properties. And also: such a wavy blade leaves much more dangerous lacerations on the enemy’s body... Steel easily cuts through the flesh, leaving several parallel cuts inside the flesh... Result: ugly, poorly healing and disgusting lacerations. And the risk of gangrene.

The Creature, which looks like your brother Anton, smiles and looks at you with a look that conveys the awareness of complete dominance over you.

And one more thing: this look exudes... contempt.

Contempt for you.

As if you are nothing more than a pathetic animal.

An animal that can moo, try to escape, or make funny attempts at resistance.

But in the end, this animal is doomed to go to slaughter.

Pseudo-Anton, looking you straight in the eyes, says in a mocking tone: "You were able to escape from this stinking vile centaur, dear brother! It's so good to have you nearby! Now I will order the soldiers to escort you to... a special room. You need to treat your wounds and rest... I will come to you very soon to provide the necessary help... The maximum possible help... Oh! How much I still need to do... for you, dear Stefan!"

Suddenly a cry of pain reaches your ears.

It's likely that at least one of the arrows hit your friend Roth. Obviously, his position near one of the weak points of the stone wall is not entirely ideal. Unfortunately, shots from the side loopholes of the towers can, with certain skill of the shooter, reach the target...

You look at the warriors who continue to shoot with bows and crossbows.

Time is running out. If you don't think of something, the Roth centaur will simply be killed. And you will be one of the culprits of his ****. You - the one who thoughtlessly **** his friend to walk straight into a deadly trap.

Your trembling legs take a couple of steps towards Pseudo-Anton.

Your enemy reacts.

A quick hand gesture towards the two warriors.

The command was spoken in a decisive voice that did not allow even a shadow of doubt: “You two! Help honorable sir Stefan quickly! My beloved brother needs to be escorted to safety! You know the room. Don't be embarrassed if my brother shows signs of illness such as crazy phrases, excessive nervousness or strange fantasies. The disgusting centaurs mocked poor Stefan for a long time! He is clearly depressed, exhausted and does not feel well... His psyche is probably unstable due to severe suffering..."

The two warriors stop firing their crossbows. They put away their weapons and move towards you.

There is little you can do against the strength of two muscular men...

Are you really just going to be taken away somewhere under escort?!

And then you will become a powerless, pathetic prisoner of a scary doppelganger monster?!

Thinking about what terrible things this disgusting, unholy monster could do to your body and soul provokes an outbreak of resistance in you.

You shout hysterically to the soldiers: "Do not follow the orders of this... this... “creature”! This is not my brother! This is not human! This is a terrible monster!"

The warriors' glances in your direction demonstrate a clear distrust of your words.

You hear one of them say, approaching you and preparing to grab your hands: “Please calm down, honorable sir Stefan! Everything will be fine! Now you are at home... Your family will take care of you..."

Suddenly you hear the sounds of running.

On the opposite side of the wall, a young servant girl runs out of the door that leads to one of the towers.

Slim body, slightly stained canvas skirt and blouse, large tits that, pulling the fabric, sway seductively with every step of this cutie. The worried gaze of her beautiful gray eyes is focused on your person.

This is the maid Mara.