I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

A very ominous sound echoes behind you as you stand up in which direction to begin your exploration with a dim entrance where spooky objects lie.

I didn't want to look back, but I looked back with a glimmer of hope, and I still regret it.

Drink down the unacceptable fact that the front door closed on its own, slowly turning forward.

—— Oh, yes. No, I know. It's a pattern you can't get out unless you do something, right, this? But, God. I don't care what you think, walk alone in this haunted mansion...

Tsu, and I don't even feel like warm water has fallen from one eye.

In my case, where my spirit is sturdy, I'm never going to be able to faint or anything cute, so I at least decide on my mind to get it done "because of my mind” no matter what happens, and move on with my heavy feet.

There's a staircase upstairs in front of me, but I'll explore the ground floor first. Then, if possible, I want to follow the route with a single stroke of the shortest distance, so I will consider the staircase with the climb entrance on the left and head to the corridor on the right.

If you rely on the lights of the lamps lit everywhere and glance behind them.

—— look at the number of rooms 5... one more to poke at... it looked like a symmetrical left/right build, so is it the same on the left?

After a few reflections, I swallowed the sawdust and saliva, and I began my exploration (it).

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Ground floor servant room

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Kii, slowly release the door knob of the open door with a modest sound compared to the front door, and gaze indoors in careful motion.

I don't look into the darkness in the corner of the room.

I wouldn't touch a cute doll even if it was there.

Do not stare at the portrait if it is hung, and of course it is strictly forbidden to see it again.

Never check, even if there was a flickering shadow at the edge of your vision.

The mirror is a gateway. Avoid it thoroughly.

And I admonish my heart strongly that I should not peek beneath the bed or otherwise in a meaningless way.

—— Oh... good. It's a normal room at first. Yeah. I feel like there was a fire floating in the dark outside the window, but that's it, yeah. The candle fire in the room just reflected. That must be it.

I turn my gaze to the candle placed on top of the country-style cabinet near the entrance, especially as nothing seemed to happen. It came with a candle stand the size of which you could possibly hold with one hand, so let's carry it as a light source - and if it bothers you, it'll be a blunt instrument - and reach out.

Oh, but does the candle put out the fire because of the wind pressure when I walk?

What a shame, and I pulled in my stretched hand, often discussing.

I breathe in somehow, and blow it to it eventually.

—— Huh! Huh!?

The event I saw was unacceptable, and I bashed in the wind with the palm of my lifted hand.

--Huh!? What is it? Why can't the fire go out!?

before, not shaking at all.

Creepy things are creepy, but curiosity nods more than that.

Make sure you feel the same heat as a normal flame if you put your hands close, take out a piece of cloth and make sure it burns away, guess it's the same as a regular candle except it won't shake, then find another puzzling mystery.

--Oh, here... if you look closely, there's no sign of Rowe melting...

My head was filled with question marks, but I give up thinking deeply because this is a fantasy world beyond expectations. Untranslated items will probably have a piece on them with a word of magic.

Remove a glass container of sufficient length to bring the lit candle into each candle stand. As such, items that do not make sense are placed in the bag.

--I might be able to use it someday.

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1st floor kitchen

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He gently pressed one of the two open doors and looked inside through a slightly open gap.

I heard something like metal bumping into me before I went in, so I peeked pretty ready for that, freaking out though.

—— Yahari or...

Behind the other door, which I didn't move, I put the door back, keeping my eyes on the knife and fork poking at it, and let's stop because it seems physically dangerous here.

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First floor dining room

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It was a simple space, two rooms long. A splendid long desk is placed in the centre, on which nothing is placed. It would be even more gable if just a dish of hot air were put here —— ingredients what? with horrific implications —— fortunately, I also find very little equipment.

It was when I relaxed my tenacity about what had happened and took a step into the room.

——………

Too long, and slowly pull back the legs you put out.

——………

Pull the body that just rode out of your body, put the door back, and take a deep breath.

--......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Because it was entirely my fault that I saw clear people's feet lined up beneath the lined chairs.

Yeah, yeah, I nod and rub the edge of my eyes, where the raw warm water floats, with my back of my hand.

Though my feelings sink step by step as to how many more times I have to think like this. I managed to tell myself that it was to meet the brave man in the best conditions, and I went to the next door.

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Ground floor reception

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—— Oh, good. This is the type of room where there's nothing.

Relax and softly step indoors, guessing that maybe the room type can be divided into "something” or “something”. Leave the door open so you can escape immediately, of course.

I accidentally turned my attention to the landscape painting group hanging on the wall on the right, so be careful not to look at it again.

Behind a splendid sofa and low table, cabinets of a different design than those seen in the other rooms are placed. On top of it was a metal figurine made of wind watching chickens, arranged in such a way that one was on the right and the other on the left, so that they were facing each other.

Reaching out because it didn't even look like a figurine to turn into something because I touched it, one of them is free in the direction of the body and the other doesn't even move as if it was even glued. I thought about it for a moment, because I'm a wind chicken, so I paired it with the one that moves in the same direction towards the face of the person who doesn't move with kindness. All right, all right, that's it, one snorted and pointed his foot towards the door to move to the next room.

and.

Bourne! Bourne! Bourne! Bourne!...!

—— uhhhh!!?!!

The wall-mounted clock rattled and, surprised, hit his back against the wall, the impact caused the smaller landscape painting to fall to pieces on the floor.

—— Shit!!

I shifted my gaze slightly, but unfortunately it was inevitable.

Imagine those paintings, which have obviously become different from the first scenery, and explore what to do with their eyes wandering.

—— I feel comfortable stepping on it, but I want to avoid looking down to avoid stepping on it... Okay, okay. Let's do this, then. If I wanted to put it back on the wall, I'd probably be looking straight at it, so let's not look at it, I'll put it in this bag.

Nice idea, though! and self-admire and retrieve them by hand as he lowers his back. I got up where the obstacle in the direction of progress was gone, and I followed the shithole and its room.

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1st floor????

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—— Oh, it won't open. It's locked... if you don't have to come in... (((...;)

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Ground Floor Rooms

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Having passed the entrance and started exploring on the left, I'm just admiring fear right now.

—— Ugh... (T_T)

I'm stiff for a long time in front of a door that leaks the laughter of my kids with dullness, uhh, chaps, etc...... If you can't stop forever, you cry inside but never touch the door knob with your will.

As soon as that happens, the voice of the person beyond the door that stopped perfectly.

I told him that people were spitting at him and asking him how to get out of here, and he didn't have this -- the hand that hung on the door knob! And I think from the bottom of my heart.

- Hmm?

There's a feeling of something touching underfoot.

--... what is it? It tickles.

At the end of a softly grated gaze, when I realized my blue eyes looked up at this one.

"Ugh. Me, me..."

If you're not willing to let everyone tell you, grab your body at divine speed and get inside it.

—— I haven't seen it. I haven't seen it. I didn't say no. You think the doll talks? Because it's impossible first.

Ha-ha-ha! and laughing in tears, pulling open the momentum door.

And instantly, close it.

—— There was nothing in this room, especially. There were just a lot of dolls. Yeah, you didn't have anything.

Open it again!! and pass in front of the room early enough, while the opposite is guile.

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Ground Floor Rooms

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Now there is nothing… and remorse has somehow crept up while still pointing my consciousness towards the dry eye, so I grabbed the lamp that was nearby and went into the bag.

—— Anyway, this must also be an unwavering specification.

Put your gaze back in the dimmed room, much regret.

Press and close the door gently so that it is unnoticed and remove it from view.

—— I'm not looking at people's necks or anything, I'm looking at mannequins or anything wrong!!

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Ground floor rooms and rooms

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--Hino!!!

I thought it was dark, indoors, suddenly watching the flames float, slamming the door I grabbed.

—— hey, there was a face!! My face in the soul!!! You can't say that Mimi is wrong... (T △ T)

I dash my feelings anew into the next room in an attempt to reach the brave man quickly.

Just pull the door knob around with the chatter and circle your gaze.

Capable over where I saw a big look.

Close the door to try to end it before you see something. and I hear a dong and knocking on the door from the other side, pulling the door knob with all the weight while I grabbed it.

—— I was letting you open it. Like!!!

and to fight for a few minutes.

I waited another 5 minutes or so after someone across the door gave up and I moved out of there.

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Basement

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I thought there was another room, a staircase leading down to the basement.

Peek over there where the darkness is getting darker and think I don't like it, while deliberately stepping on a slab like that rather than aging.

Kind design to incite anxiety So far?!? and resent the owner of the mansion, but if there is such a person, it's no good, and the other self speaks.

Take a deep breath in front of the door.

Since there is no noise at the moment, it is tentatively decided that this room is of the "something” type.

No! The space behind the pulled door is full of deep darkness, and if you explore the vicinity to see anything, you will discover that there is a candle with no light above the cabinet at the entrance.

I had no choice but to take the spark item out of the bag and light the candle.

A translucent man's hand on a blurry, floating central desk invites you, come, come.

Something to ride such an invitation!! And when he tied his mouth and glanced at his hand, his palm, which swayed, cringed with hilarity, pointed to the tabletop. So finally, you want me to see something on your desk? So I thought I should go or not...

In the meantime, people's hands disappeared softly to pull themselves away, so I stepped out to the fearful desk to take a look at them.

--... hmm?

A floating shadow sets aside a beat and flutters.

--... now the candle fire is shaking...?

If you look back and look away, it's shaky indeed. Besides, it melts to the lows.

——

Aren't all the light sources placed in this mansion supposed to be unshakeable specifications? And I put my neck up, well, okay, and I stepped out again.

-- "Please, someone, find me" …… What is this demand?

What the hell are we gonna do if we're so one-sided...? and groaning beside the desk, the ink bottle, which was placed next to the notes written down, starts making noises with the clatter.

--Hih! Po, Poltergeist!?

Wasn't that the end of it!? and beside the rush, its lid makes the sound of cum.

--Wait, wait, wait, wait! What is it? That, like something will come out before pretending!!

Even more cuddly, my arm, which was unbearable and something crisp, exerted a thoughtful force in the direction of seizing and closing the momentum.

Pretend to put it in a bag and not know it, as if nothing else happened.

—— No, I'm really glad we have a handy bag in this world!

Things once in an item bag are usually a mechanism that cannot be removed without the will of the owner. Therefore, there can be no horror that they crawl out of the mouth of the bag on their own.

—— What a secure design! Long live the item bag!! It was expensive, but it was bought at a famous store!

I would never have appreciated how it worked more than this day.

Now that I've looked around all the rooms, I run to the entrance as fast as I can get myself out.

I don't like haunted mansions a lot, her adventure tan like that.