Chapter 575: 575 Hall of Return (Instead), Part 27 - Closed Room

"Here it is"

"Uhm."

Rafferty and the others were going to the back of the hall as the butler led them. It went through a narrow road that was invisible on the way, and also through a low ceiling passage. For the first time, a passageway that a deacon could pass if he was a child did not act as a passageway by moving a trick, and Rafferty and the others were aware for the first time that the building was full of tricks, as rumored.

"(I see. Surely it won't even be possible to get here without guidance. Because there are many suspicious places even if there is a passage in the first place)"

While Rafferty thanked the butler and Rambless for their guidance, he was still not caught off guard. Because that is what Rana was advised. And the total absence of enemy raids was also unnatural to Rafferty.

In doing so, the ahead butler and Rambless movement stopped.

"It's in this room."

"Right."

What Rafferty and the others found was a tight black door. There are many complicated locks in it, and it is more like a house than a room. Is it the result of fear of those who dwell in the middle of nowhere? There was so much intimidation there that even Rafferty swallowed one big spit. Rafferty's instinct tells him he doesn't want to see anyone in this.

"Did you need to lock it up so tight?

"Or maybe it wasn't necessary. But my daughter, she never knew what she was thinking. He was blind hiding in his long hair, but he always seemed to be watching us wherever we were. These numerous keys are the embodiment of our fears. No one would have thought it would have worked."

"Has my daughter accepted?

"No. I just didn't say anything dissatisfied. Besides, if you noticed, the key was off, and my daughter wandered around the hall. I guess the key didn't mean anything to my daughter."

That said, Rambless and the butler took off one complicated and strange key at a time. Rafferty One line watches the act without alarm, and in the meantime, when Larna attracts Rafferty, she softly ears.

"Lord Rafferty. Are you gonna keep stepping in like this?

"I know it's pretty dangerous, but you're going to have to"

"Then give me one piece of advice. Those who are inside the kingdom are essentially those reproduced by the Lord, synonymous with the dead. It's not usually possible, such as the regenerated dead having their own."

"I see, that means..."

"Yes, whoever is inside is just a person puppet who moves as the Lord thinks, or a puppet who repeats a determined move"

Rafferty glances at Rambless and his butler. Until earlier, they had a conversation, but now they're trying to unlock it without looking at us. As I was anxious to see how they were doing, I gradually began to notice Rafferty's change.

"Sir, are you sure you want to unlock this?

"That's right. How dare you be my son? It is against morality not to mourn the dead. This may have been the reason for the recent unusual events here."

"That's right... isn't it dangerous? You should ask Arnelian priests for some kind of help."

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"If you do that, you're breaking our name! You want me to make this fact known to the public that my daughter would have killed a large number of people?

"Of course I may have to. One family after another is dying, so maybe the series of streams can no longer stop. But first we leave this place empty. Let's check the facts and we'll do nothing next time. All right?"

"... whatever you say."

Deacon still said something. Itemed so, but then he kept quietly unlocking it. And at last all the keys were removed, and the door that was not open was opened.

The knights set themselves up, but Rambless and the butler went inside at first sight. But the door was not opened, nor was there any particular anomaly, and the knights clapped out.

Rafferty accompanies several people and gently enters the door. There were no lighting windows or anything inside, and although there was a lot of lighting, it was the construction of a room that looked unhealthy. From the beginning this would have been made as a prison for my daughter. No matter how meticulous it is, it is a room that can't help but feel obstructed. And there were signs of something scratching on the floor. Rafferty didn't know what that was.

Inside, he was in the midst of breaking down the walls with where Rambless and the butler had removed them from. A pale cream-colored wall with only a fraction of the gray wall. Only one wall of different colors, somewhere between one cupboard, was also a symbol of the sins of my daughter and Rambless. The deacon was helping the Lord with his work by removing the disturbing bookshelves and costumes.

Rafferty kept them at the edge of his eyes, and he looked over at the room. I see he was a considerable reader and the room is stacked with mountains and books. Its contents were really varied, but it showed bias. Animal anatomy books, torture techniques, black magic, etc. It was all about what the Lord of this room could well see was clearly out of the ordinary track.

"I don't see any books like a child reads... were you crazy from the start"

"Right, I don't see any other kind of books. It's a good collection of books to this point. Printing should not have developed so much yet in this day and age. Studies and the like would have been places where only the wealthy would be able to work. Now, most of the books are handwriting... what's this?

I stopped my eyes on one of the books that Larna was turning all over. Rafferty peeks into the book.

"Sounds like writing."

"Yeah. I guess this is the letter of the owner of this book. I write to anatomy and torture myself... and yet, what a mess"

Larna followed the writing with her eyes. Various events have been written that have not been elucidated at this time, such as the reaction when the nail was stuck to the human body, the painful areas and the organ that at first glance only appears to be fat is also actually an important organ. Events there that perhaps the Lord of Books would have practiced, such as where he would have been injured, fatally wounded, and how long he would have lived if he had injured where. The letters are red. Larna was aware that the letter was written in blood.

"(You wrote in the blood of the victim... but you don't have any magical elements. I just wrote it in blood because I want to write it, because I want to use it. This Lord is an anomaly)"

An act of disgust, even Larna, familiar with dark magic. Beyond being a magician, the Lord of this book is only following the urge to gush from within against a magician who also acts logically in accordance with a certain purpose when he thinks he is off track. Larna took the other books in her hand, but all this was the same product, and every time she overlapped the number of the books, the Lord seemed to remember the art of keeping people alive for a long time.

A book that would have contributed to medicine and witchcraft if formal procedures had been followed, but it can only be a product of madness if done individually. Besides, as far as books are concerned, the number of victims will not remain at 10. Is it true that no one in this mansion noticed that so many human beings were missing? Larna had simple doubts.

When Larna couldn't bear to see the book, the stirrups presented a guttural and metal sound.

"Sir."

"Another breath."

Miltre, who was outside the room, screams when Rambless and the butler increase the speed at which they shake up their furrows like crazy.

Continued

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