“Ugh...”
Thud, my heart felt like it was falling to the floor.
Count Chaylor was so shocked that he grabbed his throbbing heart and stepped back on trembling legs.
Thump- Thump-
It wasn't in vain.
Another Count Chaylor, stares at him intently, grinning with his teeth bared.
It was staring intently at Count Chaylor as his face, hands, and body crawled out of the mirror in that order.
“Ah... Uh... Ugh...”
Count Chaylor staggered from the strange fear he had first encountered, and eventually, his legs gave out and he collapsed.
He desperately wanted to avoid the gaze of that thing that looked exactly like him but was clearly strange, but he had a gut feeling that he should never avoid it.
“Ugh... Ugh...”
It nodded its head as if observing Count Chaylor, with only its upper body exposed outside the mirror.
It was as if it was a low-intelligence creature that enjoyed watching the reactions of its prey after it had caught them.
If it came out even a little more, he felt like he would faint right away.
What the heck is this...
He had to move. He had to move and run away. But his body just wouldn't move.
Even if it could move, would he be able to move? What if that thing, with only the upper half of its body exposed, rushes at him the moment he takes even one step?
'Oh my God, oh my God... What should I do?'
It was while Count Chaylor was desperately racking his brain to figure out a way to escape from it.
Tadadadadadadadadak!
Chaylor, who had only his upper body visible in the mirror, crawled out at an unbelievable speed and ran towards the terrified Count.
“Kwaaaaah!”
Count Chaylor squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a scream that was almost a death scream.
How long was it like that?
“Count Chaylor?”
“...Ugh!”
The Count opened his eyes wide at the familiar voice.
Butler Kelle was looking at him with a worried face.
“Your Grace, are you alright? Why are you here...”
“What, what is it...”
Count Chaylor did not answer Kelle's words but looked around.
It does not exist.
The other person who appeared in the mirror had disappeared without a trace.
'Yes, I didn't see it... absolutely not.'
It was a fear that he saw and felt too clearly to say he saw it wrong.
Can he call that nonsense?
“Why, Sir Chaylor?”
At that moment, Count Chaylor suddenly came to his senses at the sound of another voice coming from behind the butler, Kelle.
Someone was standing behind Kelle, looking down at him. A man with long silver hair and cold eyes.
Count Chaylor knew who he was just by his clothes.
“Your Highness.”
He nodded silently in agreement to the still-pale Count Chaylor's question.
“What were you doing here?”
"That!"
Count Chaylor pointed in the direction of the mirror with a trembling hand, his legs weak.
The first impression he worked so hard to prepare for was ruined, but right now, face and first impressions aren't important.
Count Chaylor said he had just felt such extreme fear that it took his breath away.
“Hey, excuse me! In the mirror, someone exactly like me pops out and-!”
At his words, the Grand Duke of Illeston frowned and looked where the Count was pointing.
Then he said abruptly.
“What are you talking about now?”
“So that’s it! In the mirror, something that looks like me-”
“Sir Chaylor, where is the mirror here?”
"...Yes?"
Count Chaylor turned his head with a puzzled expression and looked in the direction where the mirror had been.
“This can’t be happening...”
There was no mirror.
No way. There was definitely a mirror here? I spent a long time adjusting my clothes.
As he stared in vain in the direction where the mirror had been, Grand Duke Illeston took a deep breath and spoke to Kelle.
“It seems Sir Chaylor has seen it. Kelle, raise Count Chaylor.”
"Yes."
“...That’s it?”
What is it? When Count Chaylor was raised by Kelle and asked the Grand Duke of Illeston, the Grand Duke looked at him expressionlessly and said,
“You came to the Illeston family’s mansion without even knowing that?”
"Yes?"
“You didn’t believe the rumors, did you?”
Grand Duke Illeston looked at him pitifully.
“There’s a rumor that the curse on the mansion has been lifted. That’s false.”
Thud.
Thud, my heart felt like it was falling to the floor.
Count Chaylor was so shocked that he grabbed his throbbing heart and stepped back on trembling legs.
Thump- Thump-
It wasn't in vain.
Another Count Chaylor, stares at him intently, grinning with his teeth bared.
It was staring intently at Count Chaylor as his face, hands, and body crawled out of the mirror in that order.
“Ah... Uh... Ugh...”
Count Chaylor staggered from the strange fear he had first encountered, and eventually, his legs gave out and he collapsed.
He desperately wanted to avoid the gaze of that thing that looked exactly like him but was clearly strange, but he had a gut feeling that he should never avoid it.
“Ugh... Ugh...”
It nodded its head as if observing Count Chaylor, with only its upper body exposed outside the mirror.
It was as if it was a low-intelligence creature that enjoyed watching the reactions of its prey after it had caught them.
If it came out even a little more, he felt like he would faint right away.
What the heck is this...
He had to move. He had to move and run away. But his body just wouldn't move.
Even if it could move, would he be able to move? What if that thing, with only the upper half of its body exposed, rushes at him the moment he takes even one step?
'Oh my God, oh my God... What should I do?'
It was while Count Chaylor was desperately racking his brain to figure out a way to escape from it.
Tadadadadadadadadak!
Chaylor, who had only his upper body visible in the mirror, crawled out at an unbelievable speed and ran towards the terrified Count.
“Kwaaaaah!”
Count Chaylor squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a scream that was almost a death scream.
How long was it like that?
“Count Chaylor?”
“...Ugh!”
The Count opened his eyes wide at the familiar voice.
Butler Kelle was looking at him with a worried face.
“Your Grace, are you alright? Why are you here...”
“What, what is it...”
Count Chaylor did not answer Kelle's words but looked around.
It does not exist.
The other person who appeared in the mirror had disappeared without a trace.
'Yes, I didn't see it... absolutely not.'
It was a fear that he saw and felt too clearly to say he saw it wrong.
Can he call that nonsense?
“Why, Sir Chaylor?”
At that moment, Count Chaylor suddenly came to his senses at the sound of another voice coming from behind the butler, Kelle.
Someone was standing behind Kelle, looking down at him. A man with long silver hair and cold eyes.
Count Chaylor knew who he was just by his clothes.
“Your Highness.”
He nodded silently in agreement to the still-pale Count Chaylor's question.
“What were you doing here?”
"That!"
Count Chaylor pointed in the direction of the mirror with a trembling hand, his legs weak.
The first impression he worked so hard to prepare for was ruined, but right now, face and first impressions aren't important.
Count Chaylor said he had just felt such extreme fear that it took his breath away.
“Hey, excuse me! In the mirror, someone exactly like me pops out and-!”
At his words, the Grand Duke of Illeston frowned and looked where the Count was pointing.
Then he said abruptly.
“What are you talking about now?”
“So that’s it! In the mirror, something that looks like me-”
“Sir Chaylor, where is the mirror here?”
"...Yes?"
Count Chaylor turned his head with a puzzled expression and looked in the direction where the mirror had been.
“This can’t be happening...”
There was no mirror.
No way. There was definitely a mirror here? I spent a long time adjusting my clothes.
As he stared in vain in the direction where the mirror had been, Grand Duke Illeston took a deep breath and spoke to Kelle.
“It seems Sir Chaylor has seen it. Kelle, raise Count Chaylor.”
"Yes."
“...That’s it?”
What is it? When Count Chaylor was raised by Kelle and asked the Grand Duke of Illeston, the Grand Duke looked at him expressionlessly and said,
“You came to the Illeston family’s mansion without even knowing that?”
"Yes?"
“You didn’t believe the rumors, did you?”
Grand Duke Illeston looked at him pitifully.
“There’s a rumor that the curse on the mansion has been lifted. That’s false.”
Thud.
Count Chaylor's heart sank once again.
The curse hasn't been lifted? So this mansion still has the curse?
What this meant was that he had now entered a mansion filled with curses.
'Then what I saw earlier was really...'
His complexion became even paler.
Grand Duke Illeston turned away from him, glaring.
“It doesn’t seem like a good time to talk, so come back later. Kelle, take Sir Chaylor to the reception room.”
"Yes."
“And tell Simone what’s going on. It seems the Count has been cursed.”
Simone, who heard the story through the servant sent by Kelle, ground her teeth.
“I knew this would happen.”
During a happy meal, she heard a sound like a bolt from the blue.
A guest at the mansion.
Unlike the Marquis of Barrington, Count Chaylor is not a man who knows much about strange phenomena or curses.
It doesn't even seem like he's aware of the situation in the mansion, nor does he seem quick-witted or cautious.
So Simone, with good intentions, gave him advice to avoid the curse that seemed most likely to strike him.
Actually, it's not because she meant well, but because she was afraid that this kind of situation would arise.
But why did he end up being cursed by the same curse she advised?
“Why on earth do you do something you’re told not to do? I don’t understand!”
Simone put down the fork and knife she was holding, looking annoyed.
She hoped Chaylor wouldn't get involved in the curse. If he did, Simone would be the one who would have to dig in and solve it somehow.
Because if there are people involved, she can't avoid things that are impossible to handle.
Simone was feeling uneasy, and as expected, her ominous feelings always turned out to be correct.
“If you don’t read the guidelines from now on, you won’t be allowed to visit!”
“That’s... That’s...”
“If you look closely, even the Grand Duke is secretly careless?”
Anna couldn't bring herself to say anything and kept her mouth shut.
This incident occurred because Count Chaylor forced his visit that day despite the Grand Duke of Illeston's refusal.
Anna couldn't tell Simone, who was grumbling, that this was an inevitable consequence of the power and influence of the Illestons' Grand Duke family falling so low.
“Fuck... I’m going crazy...”
Count Chaylor sat on the sofa in the reception room and swore incessantly.
His once flashy and neat appearance and neatly tied hair were disheveled, and a cold sweat of anxiety was forming on his forehead.
If he had known that Illeston was still under the curse, he would never have gone ahead with the visit.
'His Majesty the Emperor has begun to seek out House Illeston, the leader of our eastern provinces. This is a chance to rise again. At times like these, the nobles of the East must join forces.'
The suggestion he had made to House Illeston has now long since been forgotten.
Attending the Eastern Gathering? That's ridiculous! What kind of suggestions are you making when the curse hasn't been lifted!
“Why did you come here?”
Boom!
The curse hasn't been lifted? So this mansion still has the curse?
What this meant was that he had now entered a mansion filled with curses.
'Then what I saw earlier was really...'
His complexion became even paler.
Grand Duke Illeston turned away from him, glaring.
“It doesn’t seem like a good time to talk, so come back later. Kelle, take Sir Chaylor to the reception room.”
"Yes."
“And tell Simone what’s going on. It seems the Count has been cursed.”
***
Simone, who heard the story through the servant sent by Kelle, ground her teeth.
“I knew this would happen.”
During a happy meal, she heard a sound like a bolt from the blue.
A guest at the mansion.
Unlike the Marquis of Barrington, Count Chaylor is not a man who knows much about strange phenomena or curses.
It doesn't even seem like he's aware of the situation in the mansion, nor does he seem quick-witted or cautious.
So Simone, with good intentions, gave him advice to avoid the curse that seemed most likely to strike him.
Actually, it's not because she meant well, but because she was afraid that this kind of situation would arise.
But why did he end up being cursed by the same curse she advised?
“Why on earth do you do something you’re told not to do? I don’t understand!”
Simone put down the fork and knife she was holding, looking annoyed.
She hoped Chaylor wouldn't get involved in the curse. If he did, Simone would be the one who would have to dig in and solve it somehow.
Because if there are people involved, she can't avoid things that are impossible to handle.
Simone was feeling uneasy, and as expected, her ominous feelings always turned out to be correct.
“If you don’t read the guidelines from now on, you won’t be allowed to visit!”
“That’s... That’s...”
“If you look closely, even the Grand Duke is secretly careless?”
Anna couldn't bring herself to say anything and kept her mouth shut.
This incident occurred because Count Chaylor forced his visit that day despite the Grand Duke of Illeston's refusal.
Anna couldn't tell Simone, who was grumbling, that this was an inevitable consequence of the power and influence of the Illestons' Grand Duke family falling so low.
***
“Fuck... I’m going crazy...”
Count Chaylor sat on the sofa in the reception room and swore incessantly.
His once flashy and neat appearance and neatly tied hair were disheveled, and a cold sweat of anxiety was forming on his forehead.
If he had known that Illeston was still under the curse, he would never have gone ahead with the visit.
'His Majesty the Emperor has begun to seek out House Illeston, the leader of our eastern provinces. This is a chance to rise again. At times like these, the nobles of the East must join forces.'
The suggestion he had made to House Illeston has now long since been forgotten.
Attending the Eastern Gathering? That's ridiculous! What kind of suggestions are you making when the curse hasn't been lifted!
“Why did you come here?”
Boom!
Count Chaylor's fist slammed into the table.
He was cursed.
Grand Duke Illeston said so clearly, looking at Count Chaylor.
He is now under a curse.
He couldn't possibly be calm. He was already quite timid in this kind of situation, so his heart was actually shrunken and he felt like he was going to die.
The image of another Count Chaylor, looking at himself in the mirror with only his upper body exposed just now lingered in my mind.
I'm stuck. So what should I do now?
Is there any way to solve this?
‘If I have to live like this forever...’
The Count shuddered. He didn't even want to imagine it.
“Damn it!”
It feels like someone is watching me for no reason!
I'm scared to death!
He suddenly turned his head and checked behind him, losing his temper.
Then he stopped.
'For a moment.'
It wasn't just his imagination, it really felt like someone was watching him.
In the room where he was alone, he could really feel someone's gaze and presence.
Count Chaylor stiffened as a chill ran down his spine.
Someone's gaze, someone's presence.
It felt like it was on his head.
Swish-
Someone patted Count Chaylor on the head.
Swish- Swish-
“...”
He slowly raised his head and looked at the ceiling.
“...Huh!”
And then he stopped breathing.
What he sees on the ceiling is a mirror.
In the mirror, another him was looking at him with his head tilted back, grinning and showing his teeth, with only his upper body sticking out.
Then he touched his hair with his outstretched hand.
Taang! Kkundangtang!
A crisis situation where one faces the fear of death.
Count Chaylor's movements were instinctive.
Instead of screaming, he immediately got up and stormed out of the interview room.
Another Count Chaylor, who had been looking at him with a big smile, got down from the mirror and started chasing him at an unbelievable speed.
Dadadadada- dadadadada-
“Waaa..."
The sound of footsteps approaching quickly from behind made Count Chaylor let out a scream he had been holding back.
He was cursed.
Grand Duke Illeston said so clearly, looking at Count Chaylor.
He is now under a curse.
He couldn't possibly be calm. He was already quite timid in this kind of situation, so his heart was actually shrunken and he felt like he was going to die.
The image of another Count Chaylor, looking at himself in the mirror with only his upper body exposed just now lingered in my mind.
I'm stuck. So what should I do now?
Is there any way to solve this?
‘If I have to live like this forever...’
The Count shuddered. He didn't even want to imagine it.
“Damn it!”
It feels like someone is watching me for no reason!
I'm scared to death!
He suddenly turned his head and checked behind him, losing his temper.
Then he stopped.
'For a moment.'
It wasn't just his imagination, it really felt like someone was watching him.
In the room where he was alone, he could really feel someone's gaze and presence.
Count Chaylor stiffened as a chill ran down his spine.
Someone's gaze, someone's presence.
It felt like it was on his head.
Swish-
Someone patted Count Chaylor on the head.
Swish- Swish-
“...”
He slowly raised his head and looked at the ceiling.
“...Huh!”
And then he stopped breathing.
What he sees on the ceiling is a mirror.
In the mirror, another him was looking at him with his head tilted back, grinning and showing his teeth, with only his upper body sticking out.
Then he touched his hair with his outstretched hand.
Taang! Kkundangtang!
A crisis situation where one faces the fear of death.
Count Chaylor's movements were instinctive.
Instead of screaming, he immediately got up and stormed out of the interview room.
Another Count Chaylor, who had been looking at him with a big smile, got down from the mirror and started chasing him at an unbelievable speed.
Dadadadada- dadadadada-
“Waaa..."
The sound of footsteps approaching quickly from behind made Count Chaylor let out a scream he had been holding back.
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