"What do we do? Looks like he's back at the same place again."
An adorable bob-cut boy shrugged as he scratched the elf-specific long ears.
"I'm in trouble..."
An old wizard with a cane with three stars continued to say as he moved his bright white raven ears.
"What am I going to do? It helps to have Bell around at times like this... he's not even close yet."
Middle-aged Americans, who turned their hair upside down like a strong wax, continue in a slight tone.
"... useless"
Despite the red dots in the party, a beautiful blonde ponytail girl displaying a brave, full face says in a rare and blatant condemnation and a thin voice of discouragement.
As he engraves his fifth mark on the column, the brave brunette recalls the path he has taken so far. I picked the hallway I'd never been through before, and I went up and down the stairs there, but I ended up coming back to the same place.
One of the causes of this confusion is that all floors, except the sixth floor, which is a bump, are built the same, but there is nothing particularly strange about the schematics of the mansion that you have in mind while walking. No, this is why I've been in and out of the mansion for about two and a half hours because there's something wrong...
"There was an entrance, so there's no way you can't get out. The problem is that the stairs are apparently disappearing down the first and second floors… did anyone see a trick like that?
"... None"
"Uhm... I don't remember seeing anything but a stain on the wall."
"I wonder if one of the lamps in the hallway on the fourth floor was as good as it was on or off"
"Isn't it faster to jump out the upstairs window?
Each gives his or her opinion.
I did see the stain on the wall Reps spoke of myself. Because it marked the way forward, but the splash was just scattered a little bit, and that wasn't the letter, nor was it forming a form of something that made sense.
I also remember the lamp that repeatedly flashes on the fourth floor that Rice said... but there were just familiar walls and doors around it and I don't remember anything being put down that would be a setup.
At last, I feel like what Sorol is saying is the most targeted thing, but I doubt it will work that well. I felt nothing in particular when I came in because I felt like I heard a woman scream, but when I realized it this way, I could see that very well.
"I'll go into that room to try, okay?
You boiled your business down to this attitude of not answering, or pointing to the room where Sorol is closest to you scratching your adorable hair.
Try something. One nod in the face directed at me that nothing can be solved by being negative before I do it.
Having confirmed that, Sorol proceeded to walk to the front of the room, stopping the pitch and body movement as he hung his hand on the door knob.
"... you're in the way"
He smacks his tongue small and moves his hand on the door knob toward the door.
"requiescat in pace"
The asymmetrical magic formations engraved on the door as they emit green light (Rikoko) are said to be a combination of ancient words that the elves see as sacred, but it is a substitute with an artistic beauty that no longer seems to have merely spelled out the letters.
The same color of light leaked from the gap in the door onto this side, and after it fitted loosely, his hand was put on the door knob again. The door opens without any resistance and Sorol steps indoors without hesitation.
That is followed by one member entering the room after another.
"It's a surprisingly beautiful room. There's hardly any dust."
Rice shrugged in an impressed voice, while a hateful voice echoed from the window.
"Why won't you open it!
I still think so, but I look that way. I'm trying to push the wooden frame up with as much force as I can hold, but it doesn't even work with Pickle.
"Solol, let's take his place"
Everyone will be convinced that the most powerful person in the party can't try it. Replacing the standing position puts your hand on a wooden frame fitted with glass and forces it to an extent that it does not break.
"You still can't. The windows won't open."
"You're in trouble."
"Worst case scenario, you should be able to get out if you wait until dawn. Let's discuss what to do while we take a break."
"Wait a minute. How do you know you can get out if you wait till dawn?
Check out Sorol, who asks surprisingly, and Beryl, who looks interested, Reps and Rice, who already have the face of guessing why, and start explaining that.
"It's not something we rarely meet, but it's probably what we call a horror house"
"Horror House?
"It's a pseudo-dungeon of degenerate spirits (ghosts) and living spirits () (leis) roaming"
Reps, the oldest of them, adds a supplement to the face that he has never heard of.
"It's a famous story among experienced adventurers, although it's about the same pace every few years that goes up on the subject. I flew around as an adventurer until I got into this party, but this is the first time I've actually seen it."
"I've heard of it before, but it's the first time I've experienced it. They have to solve the mystery to get out, but even if they can't solve it, they will naturally disappear when the sun rises. I heard it rarely becomes a battle with Ghost or Reyce..."
I've been rumored in the workplace where I worked before. Rice and I were at the same workplace, so I guess I remembered that story.
"Because they, it seems to be viable to surprise people"
Ha ha, and to Rice, who said with the usual laughter, Sorol whined his face thoughtfully and bitterly.
"That's why. The hallway showed little sign of that, but as soon as I touched the door, I squealed so much in the room. I turned it off because I was uncomfortable."
The magic he used earlier is commonly used in dungeons where undead monsters appear. Apparently, ghosts and raises work in subjects as well. The magic used by elves is overwhelmingly smaller in number than those used by many races, but many have a wider range of effects.
Confirming that each of them had begun to leave their bodies on their beds, sofas, and tall furniture, and leaned against the wall himself, the item bag took the water out of their sewn chest pockets and swallowed it with one mouth.
"Which would be a good idea to solve the mystery or wait for the sunrise? I don't know what this is about, but I don't think anyone at this party is good at riddles. Lord Bell seems to be able to handle it..."
Pick up the words of the reps that scratch the dried vegetables in your ears, and the words speak unexpectedly.
"She seems sharp, so come into this mansion." That's not true!!! We're just getting there! …
One girl I got used to seeing at some point blocked the line I was about to mention. The same gaze nails me as I glance half way up at my body and desperately look up at this one, even as I look like I'm going to cry firmly against the door.
"Ha, even in the water in the fire, in the haunted mansion! If you have a brave man you love, he will follow you properly!! I'm not scared here! I also saw just clear feet, just hands, just heads, fireballs, poltergeist and thought it was awesome to get here though! You're not scared at all!? If you have a brave man, you can overcome that!! Love is great!!!
When I listen calmly, it's a statement that includes contradictions, but I feel my mouth loosen up overwhelmed by that attitude that somehow kept me away from the way the wind is always calm. I thought "yes” because my attitude and complexion flipped the moment I saw an undead monster in the "Forest of Faith," but I didn't think that was it. I didn't know it was coming with me until I got over it. I just thought love was great, and I finally turn back to me and pull my loose mouth together.
If I turned my gaze again, she looked pokant and felt sorry for laughing and doing something wrong, even though I didn't mean to, but I raised my right hand with the face that this one regained my mind and remembered the situation before apologizing.