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Chapter 41 - Escape (1)
Lydis and Eres stared blankly at the massive castle gates.
The Cyan Castle is also known as the Ghost Castle.
It’s lived up to its nickname, exuding a grim atmosphere that seemed to look down on them.
“Well, let’s go in.”
Lydis nodded firmly at Eres' words.
Eres knocked on the castle gates.
The loud thud-thud-thud echoed but there wasn't a single guard in sight.
The castle remained eerily silent.
Soon the small side gate next to the main gate creaked open.
However, there was no sign of any people.
Lydis and Eres stood still for a moment before cautiously stepping inside.
Watching them from a distance, Clyden slunk behind them and followed their every move.
“As expected, nothing’s changed here.”
“This ghostly castle.”
As Eres and Lydis muttered to themselves, there was not a single person in sight within the castle grounds.
Despite it being early morning, the time when people would usually be starting their busy day, there was no trace of life, only a chilling silence.
However, the well-maintained gardens and paths showed that someone had been taking care of it.
As Lydis and Eres drew closer, the inner castle door silently opened to greet them.
“This is why I didn’t want to come here.”
In the dark castle only faint candlelight illuminated their path.
The atmosphere felt like something could suddenly jump out at them from the shadows.
“Let’s go to the reception room for now.”
Eres led the way to the reception room, a place they had visited a few times before.
As they walked down the hallway, their faces filled with unease, noticing that there was not a single trace of life around them.
Finally after what felt like an eternity, they reached the reception room.
They let out a collective sigh of relief as the bright light streaming through the large windows of the reception room bathed them in warmth.
“Phew… I guess I’m thirsty from all that tension. Hah!”
As Eres collapsed onto the sofa, a tea set appeared on the table in front of him.
With a soft whoosh, the teapot filled the cup with hot black tea.
“This is why they call it the ghost castle.”
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