Originally a chatty temperament, Petra told me about the hall as she made her way to the master bedroom.
"The three buildings that make up the castle are each built at a completely different time, although the exterior is the uniformity. So you think it's a design problem, and the western wing you're in is only connected to the central building on the first or second floor. It's a pain in the ass to have to go down the stairs once from the third floor to get to the central building."
"Heh..."
Petra's chatter didn't really come to mind. Even in dreams, the vivid sensation of being attacked remains. I followed Petra in awe that the sword would fly out of the darkness again.
Petra is Petra, she doesn't care about this one's behavior and keeps moving her mouth.
"The central building with the master bedroom is the oldest and most historic building, and apart from the first floor, it's a private area for the Dukes. That said, I have a lot of empty rooms because I only have my husband and Serenia...... Ah! Your wife's room was also nearby the master bedroom in the central building! But there was a fire a few days ago."
I wave my hands as Petra hastily elucidates.
...... oh. How did you expect me to be surprised that there was no room for me, my wife, in that private area? I didn't notice until you told me. Rather, I'm more concerned about the fact that there was something noisy about the fire.
"There was a fire? That's not a big deal."
"Fortunately, the room your wife was going to use was just about burned. But the repairman will come and go, and Deacon Farrow said you should use the west wing room as a temporary room for a while."
"It is. What caused the fire?"
"I don't know. They said it wasn't because of the fire, but the kids who were taking care of the room said it wasn't..."
You mean you don't really understand. That is a story that makes me anxious.
I can't wait to be told about the fire after all those ominous dreams.
Moving on with a feeling of no longer doing so, I finally reached my destination.
"This will be the master bedroom. Please come inside."
Heavy doors made of macabony. The surface is slightly glossy, emitting a strong presence even in the dim hallway.
—— I know this door.
My hands trembled with my visibility. Touching the door knob conveys this cold feeling that I remember again.
His stomach seemed to revive once and for all the hot sensation of being worn in his chest.
"... ma'am?
Petra peeks into my face without ever opening the door.
Am I just a suspicious person then? I don't want to be considered a strange woman clinging to the pillars and stationary in front of the door.
Besides, I'm here to make sure. I need to at least see what's going on inside.
Even if I'm losing my hips here, Baltic's name is obsolete.
Yes, I told myself, and I pushed the door open with momentum. I was still scared to just step in, so I just let my face peek inside through the door gap.
"Is anyone there -...?
Speaking up, I didn't hear back.
Gaze at any suspicious shadows.
Quiet room. Darkness wet by moonlight. There, the sight was exactly the same as the dream.
... I also recognize that oversized bed.
"Duke! Are you there -! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."
Now I'll call it out loud. I still have no reply.
So I closed the door.
"Yeah, the Duke isn't here."
"Eh. But..."
"Even if you were asleep, there's no way you wouldn't wake up with this voice. I have confidence in my voice. When I was a kid, my father used to piss me off, asking me to be quiet because he could hear me even over the mountain."
……
Petra is having trouble reacting.
"All right, withdraw. Let's go back to your room. It's cold."
Tell him to fold up and just get out of the door.
Fear nearly made my legs snap. My heart is bugging me.
I wanted to dream or hallucinate, but this isn't a hallucination, no matter what you think.
That room is dangerous. We have to leave anyway.
So, furthermore, I realized that I was going straight down the hallway with an uncertain destination. Turning around, I see Petra running after this one.
Petra caught up with me and breathed roughly with her hands on her knees.
"Ma'am, please wait..."
"Oh, sorry"
"I thought they would leave me because suddenly I'm no longer walking early..."
I really wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, but I'll wait for Petra to breathe.
After a while, Petra gradually raised her face.
"Sir...... I wonder where you are"
"Right. But I don't know what to do."
"Deacon Farrow might know."
You don't have to know. I just want to go back to my room and dive into the futon.
Sleep well for one night and you'll soon forget about this creepy experience. Maybe.
"Whatever it is, let's go back to the room once. And then you think about what you're gonna do."
"Hmm," Petra nods after a while of thinking.
So now it was time to go back to my room early.