Curse.
Was something like that really in this mansion?
While being guided to the reception room by the butler, Kelle, Count Chaylor could not help but express his doubts at the appearance of the mansion, which was completely different from what he had imagined.
The exterior of the mansion, although large in size, looked dull and boring. In contrast, the interior was splendid and beautiful enough to attract the attention of Count Chaylor.
Historical buildings and decorations that cannot be found today.
The floor is completely white as if to make up for the sunlight that rarely shines, the interior walls are lined with gold to add a sense of neatness and luxury, and a vase of roses just like those in the garden.
And that's not all? Count Chaylor also really liked the atmosphere of this mansion.
The footsteps of Butler Kelle and Count Chaylor echoed through the quiet hallway. Along with that, laughter could be heard through the large window in the hallway.
It was the sound of a very friendly conversation between the servants. It was a much freer and more pleasant atmosphere than the mansion of Count Chaylor, which was famous for its good atmosphere.
It seemed as if there was no room for something as sinister as a curse to enter this place.
'I thought everyone would be living in a corpse-like state in a cursed mansion.'
Even if the curse is lifted, how can it be this ordinary?
When Count Chaylor came to this mansion, the only thing that felt suspicious and gloomy was the girl with brown hair he had seen earlier.
Count Chaylor frowned again, recalling his conversation with that girl, Simone.
'How dare you ignore my words?'
A girl who had long hair hanging down in a mess looked at him with a sharp gaze for some reason.
He didn't know if it was her original expression or if she just didn't like Chaylor, but it made him feel really bad.
Count Chaylor had never before been subjected to such an impertinent gaze, except when he had encountered the heads of the houses at the Eastern Gathering.
With that expression on your face, you ignore everything I say. You seem to care a lot about my appearance, but I don't look in the mirror in this mansion?
What am I supposed to take that to mean!
'Does this body feel like it's staring at a mirror all day?'
From Count Chaylor's perspective, it felt like a rather sarcastic tone.
While Count Chaylor was internally suppressing his anger, Kelle, who had been guiding him, stopped in front of a large double door.
“Your Grace, this is the meeting room.”
“His Highness?”
“He is still in the study, but he will come down soon as he knows that the Count has arrived here.”
Kelle opened the double doors, guided Count Chaylor to his seat, and bowed his head.
“I will have the tea ready shortly.”
After Kelle left the reception room, Count Chaylor, who was left alone, sank deep into the sofa as if he had been waiting.
“I’m so tired I could die.”
Even though they were in the same eastern region, the distance between the Grand Duke of Illeston and Count Chaylor was very far.
He woke up early in the morning and walked along a road that wasn't even properly paved, so he felt like he was out of energy even before meeting the Grand Duke.
'No matter how much I think about it, being the head of the house just doesn't fit.'
A position he inherited without much preparation or determination.
The current Count has no principles and no passion.
Of course, as the eldest son of a noble family, he does whatever he is told to do neatly, but he really likes parties and is not good at leading others.
There was no way the Cheylor family would do well with such a head of household.
This was the reason why Count Chaylor had been in a bad mood ever since he came to the Grand Duke of Illeston.
'I'm already so busy with family matters, what the hell is this?'
Things have been a mess at home lately.
It's been three days since he last went to the party he loved because he was dealing with the mess caused by his incompetence, and now he must hate it so much that he had to come all this way with a proposal that was sure to be rejected.
“Ahh... I want to go back.”
He'd like to go and have a glass of champagne with his wife and relieve the fatigue from today.
The Count, who had been half-lying on the sofa, thinking listlessly, soon sighed and sat up.
'But since I'm here, I have to do what I have to do...'
In order not to be ignored by the other noble families, he had to achieve something that would at least give him a chance to meet the next challenge, even if it meant being rejected by the Grand Duke.
“Ahem.”
Count Chaylor left the reception room and looked around.
“Where is the mirror?”
Count Chaylor has always believed that a good first impression begins with a good appearance.
Since he was lying down on the sofa, his neatly arranged clothes became disheveled.
To achieve good results and make a good impression on the wary Grand Duke, the first thing to do is to straighten out this disheveled appearance.
The Count, who was wandering around the area not far from the reception room looking for a mirror, soon stopped somewhere in the long hallway.
“Here it is... Hmm?”
A large full-length mirror stood in the hallway. Count Chaylor took a step back from looking at the mirror and examined the mirror and surroundings carefully.
“That’s strange.”
The mirror was placed in a very awkward and strange position.
It is neither in the middle of the hallway nor in a corner, and it is an awkward and unsightly location that blocks all the windows and obstructs the path of movement.
It was an awkward location that you would never normally place a mirror this large.
'...Well, it doesn't matter.'
The Count soon lost interest in the position of the mirror and began to adjust his attire.
A smile appeared on the corner of the Count's mouth at some point. He was very satisfied with his perfect appearance in the mirror.
This is perfect.
That would be a perfect first impression. Just be satisfied with his appearance for a moment.
"...Uh?"
It was quite some time before Count Chailer realized something odd about his reflection in the mirror.
Standing with an upright posture, hands fiddling with his tie.
Count Chailer's gaze rose a little further, past his hand in the mirror.
Count Chailer saw his own chin and lips in the mirror.
Surely, he should have just smiled quietly and contentedly.
And now he's probably frozen in embarrassment, his smile gone, his mouth slightly open.
But what he saw in the mirror were lips smiling unnaturally, teeth clearly exposed.
“...”
What is this?
It was an expression he would never, ever make.
“...Huh!”
Count Chaylor, who had been blankly assessing the situation, belatedly jumped back in surprise.
Then he blinked and raised his head completely to check his appearance in the mirror again.
Then, in reality, his eyes met with the Count of Chaylor in the mirror.
“...”
His reflection in the mirror.
It must have been the eyes of Count Chailer himself reflected in the mirror.
It felt like someone else who looked exactly like him was staring at him.
'It's strange when you look at it this way.'
Count Chailer quickly averted his gaze from the mirror.
Anyway, it seems he was mistaken about the mouth that was smiling brightly earlier.
When he looked again, it was the same reflection he always had in the mirror.
You seem to care a lot about your appearance, so it would be best not to look in the mirror in this mansion.
But why am I suddenly remembering what the girl said a little while ago?
Chaylor quickly erased the girl's words as they came to mind.
He was so nervous about coming to the cursed mansion that he must have hallucinated something.
“Haa... Let’s go back.”
It's a day when he really doesn't like anything.
Count Chaylor, who was sighing and turning to head to the reception room, suddenly stopped with his eyes wide open.
'Just now...'
Did the me in the mirror turn and walk like the real me?
Weren't you just standing there blankly?
The hair on his whole body stood on end and he quickly became cold.
Why is that?
The Count couldn't see anything, but somehow he felt like he could feel someone watching him from behind.
It's quite easy to break this strange feeling.
All he had to do was turn around and check the mirror.
But the Count could not easily turn back. Somehow he felt that he should not do so.
This is instinct.
When he looks back and checks the mirror, he feels like something irreversible has happened.
'That's crazy. It's just... a mirror is a mirror...'
You seem to care a lot about your appearance, so it would be best not to look in the mirror in this mansion.
The cheeky girl's words seemed to be repeated in his ears.
'What the hell am I doing here?'
What am I afraid of that I have to stop here?
It's something he can just check once and go back to.
The Grand Duke will have arrived at the audience room by now.
He'll just check it quickly and go.
'Yes, if you look at it once, everything will be resolved.'
Chaylor turned his head sharply and looked into the mirror, his breathing becoming increasingly ragged.
And then it just froze.
In the mirror, a person who looked exactly like him poked his face out, watching him, and when their eyes met, he smiled, showing his teeth.
Then he slowly began to crawl out.
Was something like that really in this mansion?
While being guided to the reception room by the butler, Kelle, Count Chaylor could not help but express his doubts at the appearance of the mansion, which was completely different from what he had imagined.
The exterior of the mansion, although large in size, looked dull and boring. In contrast, the interior was splendid and beautiful enough to attract the attention of Count Chaylor.
Historical buildings and decorations that cannot be found today.
The floor is completely white as if to make up for the sunlight that rarely shines, the interior walls are lined with gold to add a sense of neatness and luxury, and a vase of roses just like those in the garden.
And that's not all? Count Chaylor also really liked the atmosphere of this mansion.
The footsteps of Butler Kelle and Count Chaylor echoed through the quiet hallway. Along with that, laughter could be heard through the large window in the hallway.
It was the sound of a very friendly conversation between the servants. It was a much freer and more pleasant atmosphere than the mansion of Count Chaylor, which was famous for its good atmosphere.
It seemed as if there was no room for something as sinister as a curse to enter this place.
'I thought everyone would be living in a corpse-like state in a cursed mansion.'
Even if the curse is lifted, how can it be this ordinary?
When Count Chaylor came to this mansion, the only thing that felt suspicious and gloomy was the girl with brown hair he had seen earlier.
Count Chaylor frowned again, recalling his conversation with that girl, Simone.
'How dare you ignore my words?'
A girl who had long hair hanging down in a mess looked at him with a sharp gaze for some reason.
He didn't know if it was her original expression or if she just didn't like Chaylor, but it made him feel really bad.
Count Chaylor had never before been subjected to such an impertinent gaze, except when he had encountered the heads of the houses at the Eastern Gathering.
With that expression on your face, you ignore everything I say. You seem to care a lot about my appearance, but I don't look in the mirror in this mansion?
What am I supposed to take that to mean!
'Does this body feel like it's staring at a mirror all day?'
From Count Chaylor's perspective, it felt like a rather sarcastic tone.
While Count Chaylor was internally suppressing his anger, Kelle, who had been guiding him, stopped in front of a large double door.
“Your Grace, this is the meeting room.”
“His Highness?”
“He is still in the study, but he will come down soon as he knows that the Count has arrived here.”
Kelle opened the double doors, guided Count Chaylor to his seat, and bowed his head.
“I will have the tea ready shortly.”
After Kelle left the reception room, Count Chaylor, who was left alone, sank deep into the sofa as if he had been waiting.
“I’m so tired I could die.”
Even though they were in the same eastern region, the distance between the Grand Duke of Illeston and Count Chaylor was very far.
He woke up early in the morning and walked along a road that wasn't even properly paved, so he felt like he was out of energy even before meeting the Grand Duke.
'No matter how much I think about it, being the head of the house just doesn't fit.'
A position he inherited without much preparation or determination.
The current Count has no principles and no passion.
Of course, as the eldest son of a noble family, he does whatever he is told to do neatly, but he really likes parties and is not good at leading others.
There was no way the Cheylor family would do well with such a head of household.
This was the reason why Count Chaylor had been in a bad mood ever since he came to the Grand Duke of Illeston.
'I'm already so busy with family matters, what the hell is this?'
Things have been a mess at home lately.
It's been three days since he last went to the party he loved because he was dealing with the mess caused by his incompetence, and now he must hate it so much that he had to come all this way with a proposal that was sure to be rejected.
“Ahh... I want to go back.”
He'd like to go and have a glass of champagne with his wife and relieve the fatigue from today.
The Count, who had been half-lying on the sofa, thinking listlessly, soon sighed and sat up.
'But since I'm here, I have to do what I have to do...'
In order not to be ignored by the other noble families, he had to achieve something that would at least give him a chance to meet the next challenge, even if it meant being rejected by the Grand Duke.
“Ahem.”
Count Chaylor left the reception room and looked around.
“Where is the mirror?”
Count Chaylor has always believed that a good first impression begins with a good appearance.
Since he was lying down on the sofa, his neatly arranged clothes became disheveled.
To achieve good results and make a good impression on the wary Grand Duke, the first thing to do is to straighten out this disheveled appearance.
The Count, who was wandering around the area not far from the reception room looking for a mirror, soon stopped somewhere in the long hallway.
“Here it is... Hmm?”
A large full-length mirror stood in the hallway. Count Chaylor took a step back from looking at the mirror and examined the mirror and surroundings carefully.
“That’s strange.”
The mirror was placed in a very awkward and strange position.
It is neither in the middle of the hallway nor in a corner, and it is an awkward and unsightly location that blocks all the windows and obstructs the path of movement.
It was an awkward location that you would never normally place a mirror this large.
'...Well, it doesn't matter.'
The Count soon lost interest in the position of the mirror and began to adjust his attire.
A smile appeared on the corner of the Count's mouth at some point. He was very satisfied with his perfect appearance in the mirror.
This is perfect.
That would be a perfect first impression. Just be satisfied with his appearance for a moment.
"...Uh?"
It was quite some time before Count Chailer realized something odd about his reflection in the mirror.
Standing with an upright posture, hands fiddling with his tie.
Count Chailer's gaze rose a little further, past his hand in the mirror.
Count Chailer saw his own chin and lips in the mirror.
Surely, he should have just smiled quietly and contentedly.
And now he's probably frozen in embarrassment, his smile gone, his mouth slightly open.
But what he saw in the mirror were lips smiling unnaturally, teeth clearly exposed.
“...”
What is this?
It was an expression he would never, ever make.
“...Huh!”
Count Chaylor, who had been blankly assessing the situation, belatedly jumped back in surprise.
Then he blinked and raised his head completely to check his appearance in the mirror again.
Then, in reality, his eyes met with the Count of Chaylor in the mirror.
“...”
His reflection in the mirror.
It must have been the eyes of Count Chailer himself reflected in the mirror.
It felt like someone else who looked exactly like him was staring at him.
'It's strange when you look at it this way.'
Count Chailer quickly averted his gaze from the mirror.
Anyway, it seems he was mistaken about the mouth that was smiling brightly earlier.
When he looked again, it was the same reflection he always had in the mirror.
You seem to care a lot about your appearance, so it would be best not to look in the mirror in this mansion.
But why am I suddenly remembering what the girl said a little while ago?
Chaylor quickly erased the girl's words as they came to mind.
He was so nervous about coming to the cursed mansion that he must have hallucinated something.
“Haa... Let’s go back.”
It's a day when he really doesn't like anything.
Count Chaylor, who was sighing and turning to head to the reception room, suddenly stopped with his eyes wide open.
'Just now...'
Did the me in the mirror turn and walk like the real me?
Weren't you just standing there blankly?
The hair on his whole body stood on end and he quickly became cold.
Why is that?
The Count couldn't see anything, but somehow he felt like he could feel someone watching him from behind.
It's quite easy to break this strange feeling.
All he had to do was turn around and check the mirror.
But the Count could not easily turn back. Somehow he felt that he should not do so.
This is instinct.
When he looks back and checks the mirror, he feels like something irreversible has happened.
'That's crazy. It's just... a mirror is a mirror...'
You seem to care a lot about your appearance, so it would be best not to look in the mirror in this mansion.
The cheeky girl's words seemed to be repeated in his ears.
'What the hell am I doing here?'
What am I afraid of that I have to stop here?
It's something he can just check once and go back to.
The Grand Duke will have arrived at the audience room by now.
He'll just check it quickly and go.
'Yes, if you look at it once, everything will be resolved.'
Chaylor turned his head sharply and looked into the mirror, his breathing becoming increasingly ragged.
And then it just froze.
In the mirror, a person who looked exactly like him poked his face out, watching him, and when their eyes met, he smiled, showing his teeth.
Then he slowly began to crawl out.
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