We get there a little wider than the previous rooftop, where we go for the flickering tower.
The mansion stretches further up from there, with wooden doors for each person on the outer walls piled with the same stone as the walls. Once the handle was pulled, it opened without resistance, and part of the metal staircase provided inside was visible. Look up softly and find out that apparently it epitomizes a spiral. When I made sure the brightness was shooting up there for a while, I never intended to go in there.
If you put your foot on a narrow staircase pedal, it sounds like a cutlet, a total waste of heels... and you look back at your heels for a moment. I grabbed the railing with zero breath because I wouldn't lose it where I was neglected, and honestly, I felt that the hem of the dress was in the way, but I can't take it off here. At least I climbed up the stairs carefully.
The closer you reach, the closer the bell approaches, the more scaffolding you can make of the same metal as the stairs. The scaffolding stretched in the mesh doesn't seem to worry about falling for now thanks to the material, but I can see down from the gap in my eyes and stir up my fear.
Luckily, it's night now, so there's a lot of darkness down there, to a certain extent.
I might have been more anxious to know the height if it was bright.
Look under the bright castle, entering an open view at the same time as riding the scaffold, and turn your attention to the unexpected size of Phantom Town.
As such, a voice was inadvertently heard from overhead where he was standing blurry.
"Hey, you, no way the one in that hand..."
Intuitive.
"Are you coming in?
And when I answered, I offered again to the Lord of my voice the gear that I had put in my palm.
'I've been looking for you for a long time now. Where the hell was it?
The brick ghost that came down as I said it shrugged emotionally when I saw the gear in my hand.
Beneath the crushed eyes, it has something like a curly beard, and its floating... no way beard!? Is it a mustache!? and inside, this must be the positioning of the old man's ghost, so I hold him in.
On the other hand, yes! It's the occurrence of an event. ♪ And when I talk about the fact that the gear fell out of the ancient clock, I say, 'Ha ha, is it still Ignis-sama's flirtation? That one at all... is trouble even though he's a good old man,' he narrowed his eyes and let the old Ghost float.
Will you give it to me?
"Sure, go ahead. I don't need it."
"Thank you. This is the first time I've rang this bell in 50 years."
I knew it was the gear here! And as he was immersed in the sense of accomplishment, the ghost who received it went up to the roof, furrowing. After his figure dissolves completely in the darkness accumulated in the attic, he is slightly more and his voice descends.
"Hey, you, you got four lanterns in there, right? It's gonna be a landmark here. Can you turn the lights on everything?
"Fine."
I was fortunate to stay with the lamp.
Thanks to the action of going down the spiral staircase and picking up the spark somewhere, I proceeded through the scaffolding and transferred its flames one after the other to the western-style lantern provided on the wall.
That was when I gently lit the last lantern with the candle fire I had removed from the lamp. The flames in the lantern swelled wide for a moment, spraying them to my right hand, which was still holding the candle.
Surprised, his voice leaked unexpectedly, "Wow..." but the flame became a scarlet particle and carved a fire pattern like a wave from his fingertips. The light particles crawled from the wrist to the elbow a little further, and soon after I shook them off I tried to penetrate my skin and disappeared.
What was left was a familiar arm that was not even marked with burns, as it had been a while before.
--What's that now?!? This is also a kind of magic formation...?
I wonder what kind of curse I was accidentally subjected to... and I rushed to check my status, but no, I was stunned that the bag with the card left with the samurai in the dressed room.
That's just where Ghost's grandfather used to sound.
It's fixed. I'll ring the bell now, you, keep your ears blocked with both hands. '
That's what they said, and if I remember a big bell hanging over my head, this place is prerequisite for blocking my ears, he said.
The sound of Phantom Town's bell, which rang so loud, hit me in the head right down there, and the power of sound quality made it almost pointless to block my ears! And stick it in.
In that place where the sound of the bell sounded about twelve times remains subtle, until you realize that some shadow stood by the windows of the blow overlapped your own shadow.
My consciousness seemed to have tripped somewhere far away.
"Wow. I'm super lucky."
If you put it well, it's very positive, if you put it badly, there's a voice of a young man who looks light-headed, and he stares at you to identify the person by the window all the time.
The man is human, possibly a witch boy virgin? Even though I suspected it, I noticed clearly who it was in the words that followed.
"You're a young human woman! You were just hallucinating less ~"
The silk cloak on his shoulder flickered in the wind, and the man landed right in front of him without a sound.
The young man's face, exposed by the light of the lantern, is first of all at a head crunch higher than mine. Then I make shiny blondes into little cuts that hide up to my ears, but oddly enough, the beautiful men's setting that promises to suit me.
Besides, the atmosphere of hunger for something makes the two eyeballs shimmer.
That mouth looks like it's laughing... it won't be my fault.
Around the time I've been trying to bury my head unceasingly on my shoulder, dewy with elaborate costume designs, I was wondering if he's definitely a bloodsucking species (vampire).
I do think far away that this red eye was something that had a hypnotic effect... and my body, whose freedom no longer worked.
—— Blood sucking is physical strength conversion...... please don't die to the extent.
And it was when I was whining in my heart about voices that didn't reach me.
She's with me.
Not long ago, the voice of the person, who had left it on the woman's vortex, appeared in the window behind her a beat late.
The bloodsucking species, who was about to speak exactly now, apparently lifted his face straight up and exchanged his gaze with the person behind him.
First.
"Bye,"
And there was a voice that sounded a lot like a dim tower.
"Take and Eat ---"
And the sound that followed melted in the dark night.
Next thing I knew, I felt the falling float of a jet coaster, standing on the roof somewhere in the castle without impact. The blonde, holding me with one arm, releases his arm from the body he supported and confronts Mr. Rex, who had followed him at some point.
My consciousness, freed from the red eyed hypnosis, did Mr. Rex jump off that mansion too!? It was full of amazement, but on second thought, even the brave ones are in battle, and I feel like they are jumping lightly if they are about ten meters. I also blurred the story that going down is more burdensome on my legs than going up, but if I have buffer magic or buffer skills, maybe it's surprisingly easy.
Don't be afraid to do that. At the tip of my gaze, which made me feel comfortable that it was a fantasy world, I saw the men start the fight.
Huh? Are you kidding me, Mr. Bell?? Stop betting on me and fighting! or something that doesn't hurt???
I'm sorry if there was someone who thought...
Blah, I can't follow you, to this development.
—— Is this a side effect of hypnosis...?
I'm not exactly pretty. Think about that in my movements, but I am.
I could only look at it.