(EP-62.1) Mansion #2

    062 – Haunted Mansion #2

    I put forth the question.

    “Didn’t the Draco Family take part in bringing down Demon King Solomon? How would that not be a betrayal of the Angmar Family?”

    “My grandfather, Arabeth Draco, obviously made a great contribution to defeating Demon King Solomon Angmar. But that does not mean that he betrayed the Angmar Family!”

    So what was the reason?

    “Can I ask what the reason is?”

    “... That has nothing to do with you, commoner.”

    Nothing to do with me? I was the last descendant of Angmar!

    Though, could I reveal this?

    ... No.

    That would be too risky.

    I didn’t know why she kept on insisting that the Draco Family didn’t betray the Angmar Family. But when the Demon King died, the head of the Draco Family was certainly there.

    They were all present when the Demon King’s body was torn to pieces and incinerated.

    Nevertheless, why did they turn their backs on Angmar?

    If I couldn’t figure out the ‘trigger’ for the Draco Family betrayal, I might also get torn to death...

    Whilst I was lost in thoughts, the door suddenly opened.

    What came from the other side was a white haired undead wearing a black robe.

    ━Hallow.

    For a moment, it felt like the blood in my body froze.

    Undead.

    It was something I wasn’t used to seeing.

    That man was probably Aleister Draco, Mirna’s father.

    He looked around with cold eyes and opened his dry mouth.

    ━Woo’ri Dda’l Gan’sic Nyam Nyam.

    Having said so, a plate of dessert was brought on the table.

    It was a cake. A delicious-looking cheesecake topped with chocolate syrup to be exact.

    Seeing that there were two forks, it seemed that it would be shared with me and Mirna.

    Surprisingly, Mirna Draco knew how to welcome guests!

    As I was marveling at the revelation, Mirna’s hair stood upright like an angry spirit.

    “Who told you to bring dessert? Don’t do things I don’t tell you to! Hurry up and get out!”

    “Keeping your body in an optimal state is one of the important virtues. How did you get yourself injured like that? Are you really that pathetic?”

    It was a pity that I got hurt, but now I even got scolded for it...

    Suddenly, Mirna grabbed my right hand and ripped the cast and bandage apart with the fork.

    “What are you doing!?”

    I was naturally startled by her reckless behavior and tried to withdraw my hand. Alas, I couldn’t do anything because of her tight hold.

    “Stay still.”

    Then, Mirna seized my shattered hand.

    The next moment, with teary eyes, I screamed as I felt it being squeezed and moved around inside.

    “Hieek...!”

    Eududuk, euduk, tuduk.

    It felt like my hands were disassembled and put back together.

    After a while, I could tell that the bones in my right hand had healed and became intact once again.

    “What is this...? My hands are fine now!”

    Guduk, guduk.

    Mirna held and looked at my right hand, then proudly said while covering her face with the blue feather fan.

    “The Draco Family is of the necromancer lineage. Aligning and treating bones is easy.”

    “Oh.”

    Until just now, I was in a lot of pain. It almost felt like all the things before were just a lie...

    It was amazing!

    Moreover, Mirna just healed my arm.

    “Thank you, you saved me months of trouble.”

    “I was just returning the debt I owe.”

    ‘I see.’

    It then occurred to me that Mirna Draco might be a better woman than I initially thought.

    How did this girl become a mad necromancer?

    Even though she was arrogant and petulant, it didn’t feel like she was going to dig up graves and slaughter people.

    “Wait a moment, it’s prayer time.”

    I was puzzled as I watched her sitting in the corner praying alone.

    The Draco Family seemed to hold numerous secrets alright...

    Edited by: fake