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Chapter 17: Trapped in Wax (1)
Clink!
Only the quiet sound of footsteps on broken glass echoed. The group was cautiously and slowly moving forward.
"This is a bit strange..."
Daniel muttered, looking around.
Hamel agreed with him.
Even without windows, the dressing room was too dark.
The light from the lamps couldn't illuminate beyond a certain distance, as if blocked by something.
Just as Hamel was feeling even more tense,
—Thud!
Something caught his foot.
He reflexively tried to cut it down, but then,
Hamel realized it was a human hand.
A white hand.
He lowered the lamp and shone the light on the owner of the hand.
"...That's..."
A woman in a maid outfit was lying on the floor.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
No, perhaps it was more accurate to call it a mannequin.
"It's the same as the one on the first floor."
Daniel muttered from behind.
Hamel nodded and touched the mannequin's hand.
A smooth and cold touch.
Wax.
It was a mannequin, just like the exorcist priest's head they had seen on the first floor.
But instead of being resolved, his doubts grew even more complicated.
'Is this really a mannequin?'
The surprised expression, the awkward posture.
It was too lifelike for a simple mannequin.
Hamel suppressed his uneasy feeling, got up, and walked further inside.
Again, he stepped on shards of broken mirror with a clinking sound.
Of course, it made sense that there were many mirrors in the dressing room.
But it was still strange that he kept stepping on broken mirrors on the floor.
'Mirrors...'
Hamel suddenly recalled the message written on the door.
" Daniel, have you seen any intact mirrors in here?"
"No, only broken ones..."
Just as Daniel was about to answer,
A gust of wind blew from somewhere, and at the same time,
Whoosh!
The flames of the lamps they were holding were extinguished.
All of them, without exception.
"..."
Hamel quickly raised his sword.
There was no way the wind could extinguish the flames inside the glass lamps.
This was definitely the work of a demon.
'The one who would do this...'
Hamel frowned and scanned the surroundings.
Rustle, Rustle!
As expected, he saw faint lights moving on the ceiling.
Light Eaters.
Demons that lurked in the darkness, stealing the flames and light of humans.
'Hmm.'
Hamel calmly followed the lights with his eyes.
Fortunately, they weren't difficult opponents.
They were completely invisible in the darkness, but they had a fatal weakness.
Immediately after absorbing light, they emitted a faint glow, as they were doing now.
Hamel spoke to Daniel, who was following right behind him.
"There's an enemy on the ceiling. I'll deal with it, so please cover me."
"..."
"Daniel?"
Even when Hamel called out again, there was no answer.
The room was silent as death.
Hamel gritted his teeth and reached out towards where Daniel had been, groping in the darkness.
Thud!
His fingertips touched something.
The cold, hard feel of the helmet Daniel was wearing.
Hamel lifted Daniel's visor and reached inside the helmet.
A cold, smooth touch.
It was definitely wax.
All the blood drained from Hamel's face.
"Everyone, close your eyes and run out the door!"
"What? Yes!"
"Hurry!"
The others also looked visibly depressed.
The news about Daniel had significantly dampened their spirits.
Hamel hesitated, then spoke with a resigned tone,
"We can still save him."
"...!"
The group's intense gazes fell upon Hamel.
'Perhaps I shouldn't have said that...'
He felt a slight regret, but it was too late now.
"Thirty minutes. If the workshop is deactivated within that time... Daniel can be brought back."
The Speculoculus's power was only effective within its habitat.
He had heard stories of people being petrified and then successfully brought outside and restored.
The time limit for that was roughly thirty minutes, as far as he knew.
This mansion's workshop was currently like a dungeon.
If they could overcome the workshop, there was a high chance that the Speculoculus's power would be nullified.
"However, don't be hasty."
Hamel said firmly.
He had seen too many people die trying to save their comrades in haste.
When you're in a hurry, your vision narrows.
That's why Hamel wanted to be cautious about mentioning this possibility.
"Yes! Leave it to me."
Antonio nodded repeatedly.
Seeing him so enthusiastic, Hamel already felt a sense of regret, but he didn't say anything.
It was better than seeing him dejected like before.
Then, he asked what he had been curious about.
"Did you release the cat on purpose?"
"Huh? What do you... Oh?"
The cat he had been holding was nowhere to be seen.
Meow!
The cat, which had been hiding somewhere, suddenly appeared and rubbed its head against Hamel's leg.
Hamel paused for a moment, then gently stroked the cat's head.
"Thank you. You saved my life."
Cats were known for their keen senses.
Nowadays, they were feared because witches often used them as mediums for summoning demons or as pets, but it used to be the opposite.
Their eyes, which could see through the darkness, were said to be able to see things not of this world.
They were guardians that protected their owners from evil and warned them of danger, beasts that ward off evil spirits.
Hamel, who loathed cats because of witches, had ironically been saved by one this time.
'Perhaps there are no absolutes, as the priest-nim said.'
Hamel, whose life had been saved by the cat, thanked it and stood up.
He had rested enough.
It was time to head to study.
***
Hamel and his companions walked through the messy study.
Glass shards, once part of flasks, crunched under their boots.
What caught their eyes was...
None other than sealed demons.
'So that's where all those demons came from.'
Hamel's eyes narrowed as he applied holy water to them.
Traces of demons were everywhere.
It was clear that they had all been released from here.
He could see three or four devices that had been unsealed, with only traces of the seals remaining.
There were still about a dozen demons sealed and remaining.
'If a little more time had passed, the mansion would have...'
It would have undoubtedly become an unimaginable sight.
'Why did Father collect demons?'
Collecting demons was taboo, going against both Imperial law and the Order's doctrine.
It was a serious offense that could lead to the deprivation of the lord's title and even execution.
What was the lord thinking, gathering demons like this?
Hamel shook off the unanswered question and said to his companions,
"There doesn't seem to be any immediate danger inside. Please proceed with the search."
The group dispersed and began searching for mirrors in the surprisingly spacious study.
Hamel, however, frowned and eliminated the sealed demons one by one.
There was no need to leave any future trouble.
Then, David called out to him.
"Hamel. Come here."
"Yes, I'll be right there."
Hamel smashed the jar containing the last remaining demon with his sword and headed towards David.
"This is..."
Hamel muttered as he looked at a collapsed corpse.
The robe with the family crest embroidered on it indicated that he was the mage of this study.
He was clutching a bloodstained book to his chest. Hamel carefully pulled it out and flipped through the pages.
It was filled with research materials he couldn't understand.
As he turned the pages, something slipped out from the book.
It was a hand mirror, broken in half.
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