No O■e Made a Mist■ke With this Marri■ge - Chapter 1.2
This novel contains creepy or unsettling content, including references to death, violence, and gore. Reader discretion is advised.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang,
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang,
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang,
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang.
The bell marking midnight rang thirteen times.
A bell meant to chime twelve times had now rung thirteen for the fourth time.
It was a sign that something was wrong.
“……”
Mihail Cardium looked at the rulebook the butler had left in front of his door.
A deep crease formed between his brows.
So now they wouldn’t even allow humans to try escaping their gaze.
Expressionless, he threw the rulebook into the fireplace, tainted by ‘its’ power.
The golden magic that had tightly bound the rulebook, shielding it from their view, unraveled with a soft glow.
Fwoosh.
Red flames licked and swallowed white paper.
Mihail stared into the fire until the pages crumbled into a fistful of ash.
The accumulated fatigue layered within his cold blue eyes settled.
The things filling the mansion were growing stronger.
In the last fortnight, one had died every other day.
The faces of the eight dead flickered past his mind.
Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw.
Bugs swarmed inside his head, chewing at his sanity until it would finally snap.
Fiiii—
As if demanding more prey, the red flame flickering in the hearth seemed ready to devour him.
Mihail Cardium turned his head sharply at a faint sound.
On the desk, the only magical device connected to the outside world emitted a gentle glow and spat out a small piece of paper.
It was the reply to the request he had made in a desperate attempt to halt the mounting deaths.
One word was written on the note.
Acceptance.
Whether it would mean anything, he didn’t know. Mihail stared at the black ink for a long while, then quietly burned the paper.
Ash trickled from his hand.
And before he could even take a breath…
Clatter.
The door to his office shook violently, as if someone on the other side were slamming it with all their strength.
At the same time, the golden magic circle engraved on the door flared to life.
Radiant gold light shimmered, bleeding slowly into a dark violet each time the door rattled.
Clatter.
Again, clatter.
A handful of darkness spilled in.
The fourth floor office.
The only place Mihail Cardium could know peace, and even that was only ever for a fleeting moment.
Clatterclatterclatter
Clatterclatterclatterclatter
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!
As though patience was wearing thin, the door now shook like it might break apart.
“…Tch.”
Mihail clicked his tongue and made a gesture.
Golden magic snuffed out the fire in the hearth.
The acrid smell pricked his nose as he stepped toward the door.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The silence that existed only in this place was torn apart.
He brushed his hand across the magic circle, dissolving it in a shimmer, then turned the handle and opened the door.
Outside was only pitch-black darkness.
No one was there.
Instead.
[Die]
[Die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die]
Pitch-black malice burrowed into his ears.
It was the voice of the grotesque things that writhed within the Cardium Estate, a voice heard by no one else, from which no one could escape.
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