The Barrage Said That My Younger Brother Is a Snake [Western Fantasy]

The long dining table was covered with a meticulous white tablecloth. The candles on the table flickered on and off. At both ends of the table sat the owner of the manor and his eldest son. The middle-aged man spoke first: "Clarence, are you going to continue to betray God and your family?" "I'm sorry, Father, it's just my lack of thought. But I think it will be good for the estate." "The manor is given by God. Those who disobey the oracle will be expelled from the manor. This is the rule left by our ancestors." The man's face was hidden behind the candlelight, dim and unclear. The manor is decayed and festering, but it is still magnificent and bright, with attractive gold and silver treasures. Plagues, turmoil, wars, those living things brought by business that do not belong here are regarded as punishments for disobeying the oracle. Clarence said nothing, and his golden brown eyes never really met his father's level. The end is coming, and God will not save stupid and stubborn humans. Those humans will be washed away, buried, and forgotten like the old diseases of the era. Clarence picked up the blood-stained sword and wiped it gently. "Karion, get out of here. This place is about to be shrouded in death." "Brother, you have forgotten. I belong to Buttermond Manor and this land. I cannot leave." Dark green eyes stared at him, beautiful and moving, but the flash of vertical pupils conveyed the dangerous aura coming from the snake. People are shouting, asking for help, and negotiating with God. The oracle gnawed at their souls, and the Black Death devoured their bodies. Invisible hands tear the earth apart and cut through the night. "There are twelve doors in the manor. As long as they are opened, anyone can enter or leave freely." "But Carion, I want them to get out alive." Intention: The trend of the times is rushing forward