Chapter 459 – Kim Katt and the Haunted House

I can’t treat women with big breasts harshly.

It’s because Winia looks overlapping.

The bun-haired young lady in front of her didn’t look like a ghost at all. It is not hallucination, illusion, or illusion. Perhaps because I was in a strange situation, my senses were sharper than ever.

Is this also the effect of the barrier?

And what was the liberation that Banshee said before going up the stairs? Do they want liberation?

“Okay, Lady.”

First of all, I held the young lady’s hand her.

The touch and body temperature that came through were those of a human being.

“Come here.”
“Gladly.”

Anyway, there must have been a reason for this phenomenon.

I had a suspicion that maybe I was wandering inside the mansion possessed by demons, but I immediately shook it off.

Ghosts who became evil spirits after just one search cannot fool my senses, which have been honed by countless murders. Even though it’s a demon, it’s a being that was eventually killed by someone.

I have a cool judgment that can see right through the truth and lies. The ideology of fusion Confucianism dwells in my eyes. There is not an inch of lies in the scenery I see.

“Hohoho, the knight’s hands are big.”
“Your lady’s hands are small and soft. They look like jewelry.”
“Oh my goodness.”

The young lady blushed, perhaps feeling better at my words.

“I’m worried that it might break while holding the lady’s hand her, since this is the hand that only holds a sword. Haha!”
“You have good manners.”
“Your beauty is what made my manners.”
“Hoho. You speak well. Then let’s dance.”

At some point, I found myself standing in the center of the hall.

“Unfortunately, I don’t know how to dance because I lived on the battlefield.”
“Leave it to me.”

The young lady skillfully danced while leading me.

The body spins round and round.

I turned around and looked around the hall.

The mansion was a very luxurious place. In other words, a mansion only for those who live in high society. VIPs and servants all behaved in accordance with the etiquette. To the point where it feels very fresh to my eyes, who have been rolling from the bottom of this world for years.

Mansion in its heyday.

Clearly, this must have been the original appearance of the mansion.

Did the ghosts of the mansion create this space out of nostalgia for this splendid past? Certainly, it would be better to hear the laughter of people at a party than the screams of demons.

ㅡ Pity.

Longing.

It felt like those feelings were being passed on to me.

The banshee asked to free them.

Were you fed up with living as a demon? Or have they been waiting forever for a knight to free them?

What were the ghosts possessed by the mansion wanting?

“What do you think?”

As if breaking her thoughts, the young lady asked.

“It’s an idea… It’s nothing. Just.”
“Just?”

The chest bone, which was almost a span long, was enough to overlap Winia’s with her. Of course, Winia’s side her is bigger. Yes, thinking of Winia gave me strength.

“Young lady, have you ever felt resentment or hatred?”
“…Well, that could happen to me.”
“Hehe, is that so? That’s very fortunate.”
“Why do you ask such a thing?”
“I’m just curious.”

Continued to dance

The young lady asked me to tell her a saga.

“It’s not a very good story for a woman to hear.”
“Ho-ho-ho, women love stories of battlefields too.”
“Hmm… In that case, I’ll sing a song instead of a saga.”
“A song?”

I couldn’t stand it because the heartbreaking feeling was transmitted from earlier.

I let go of the young lady’s hand and strode towards the band. After all, the people here were not living people.

“What are you?”

The conductor stopped conducting and said, narrowing his eyes.

“I will sing. Play me.”
“What kind of courtesy is that? Right now we’re playing…”
“Let’s just sing one song.”
“…Only one song.”

The old conductor gave permission.

As soon as I stepped onto the podium, Hall’s gaze was focused on me.

“Ah.”

As you clear your throat, remember the rhythm. At the same time, the orchestra started playing. It’s a beautiful melody, but somehow it doesn’t suit the compass.

Well, isn’t it Korean songs that can be sung even without accompaniment?

I started singing

“Shall we go to Jongno?”

The song that contains the sound of my heart is the compass of Mr. Seol Woo-do.

“Shall we go to Myeong-dong?”

An extremely beautiful rhyme resounds and engulfs the hall. A song from a foreign country you don’t know. Those who became ghosts will be sad. However, the song that crossed a dimension would be more mournful than that, like a beach towel in a glass bottle.

“Should we rather go to Cheongnyangni?”

As soon as I started singing, all the buzz and music disappeared. Everyone in the hall was standing still and listening to my song.

To that extent, my song was moving their hearts.

“I’m standing on the corner of the street in Euljiro.”

Finally the song is over.

I looked at the people in the hall.
Stupid people.

No, banshees.

At some point, the men in the mansion disappeared and only the banshee remained. A young lady, a nun, and a maid. They were all banshee. The same goes for the young lady who danced with me. Was it some kind of play?

ㅡhuuuuu Whoa…!

And one by one they started to cry.

ㅡhuh! Whoops! Whoa!
—-Sad, sad, sad…!
ㅡI hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
ㅡHuh…! I want to go back…! I want to go back…!
—-Why is no one saving it?
ㅡNow stop… Stop… Please stop… Uhhh!

It seems that Mr. Seol Woon-do’s compass was a masterpiece that touched everyone’s heart. A different dimension beyond the exotic. The song permeated even the hearts of the ghosts who were caught in the past.

My song must have truly communicated sorrow with them.

All of them were carrying inhuman sorrow.

Are you saying you want to stop it?

—Slurreuk.
— Sarak.

The sobbing banshees pointed to the stairs leading up to the third floor with their faces covered. It looked like he was asking me to go up.

“Are you asking me to go up?”
“…”
“Do you want me to go up and see your sorrow?”
“…”

Acting like that was, in the end, wanting to be comforted. They wanted you to know their pain. So, did you invite people?

The demons of the mansion had hatred, but in the end they were beings who wanted to shake off that sadness and return to where they should be.

“Then the Heavenly Horse, Kim Kat, will go up.”

That would be the clue to the truth of the mansion. And, too, that clue would lead them on their way out of the mansion.

“For those of you who cried after hearing my song.”

I immediately climbed the stairs to the third floor.

The light in the hall, which had been shining brilliantly just before, had long since gone out. Climb the dark stairs again. Copson and Meria. And where is Lina and what is she doing? Still, they are all people who know how to take care of their lives.

Finding out the truth of the mansion will soon be the way to join your friends.

Trust the guys

ㅡChin.

Then I pushed the door on the third floor.

ㅡ Kiki profit.

When the door is opened, the light shines out again.

However, it was not as warm and bright as the second-floor hall.

It was a red radiance dotted with malice.

ㅡFire up!
ㅡ Kyaaaaa

Everywhere in the mansion was on fire. Not a big fire. Only a few decorations and furniture are burning. The only thing that bothered me was the screaming.

“Chuck!”

It was the laughter of ruthless warriors who broke into the mansion.

ㅡChuck!

They swung their knives and killed the waiters and butler of the mansion. Killed the male servants and killed the cleaner. No men could match the armed warriors. Are these soldiers? Or are you a mercenary? I can’t know.

“Aaaaa!!!”
“Where are you running away!”

People are dying
I walked slowly towards it.

“Quaaaaagh! Stop! Stop it!”
“Come on!”

The warriors, who had killed all the men, grabbed the nuns and the women who looked like maids and began to insult them. It is the scene of a terrible looting. Women without power had no choice but to be mercilessly abused by the warriors.

Was this the truth of the mansion?

Did the souls of the women who were brutally murdered in the mansion turn into evil spirits out of resentment and curse the mansion?

“Why are you showing me… Something like this?”

Looking at the scene, I asked the ghost who approached me.

“…Liberate us.”
“Liberation?”
“I’ve been waiting for a strong knight… To set us free.”
“From this devastation?”

ㅡ Dori Dori.

The ghost girl shook her head.

She wanted liberation. To want liberation is to be bound. Should I call it Jibakryeong? She was imprisoned in this mansion.

Were you waiting for someone to free you from this place?

But before that, I have something to ask.

“What happened to the others?”
“…”
“There must have been a few more people who came to this mansion in the meantime.”
“Underground…In the basement, they are.”

Is it a basement?

“The people who came today.”
“They too… Are in the basement.”

It was said that all the people who went missing while looking for the mansion were in the basement. Are demons capturing people and moving them to the basement? It must have had a purpose. You must rescue your friends before it is too late.

“You are the only strong knight not captured.”
“You chased me like that? Did you plan on taking me underground too?”
“…They are different from us.”

Evil spirits drunk with murder and ghosts who want to be liberated.

“I beg you. Set us free. I have no one else to ask but you.”
“How can I free you guys?”

—-Huh…! Whoops! Whoa!!! It’s a knight… A knight… A knight who will save me…!

As I was about to ask how, I heard the ghostly voice of a nun from below.

“There’s no time… If you want to save her friends her, you’d better go fast. Soon she’ll be counting… Then… Her friends her won’t come out alive .”
“What is that number?”

—Sararak.

“Stop her, stop her… Stop her now.”

The shape of the girl ghost starts to disappear gradually.

“We are bound by her grudge.”

Resentment.

“Stop her … Free our souls … Her remains are in her crypt her.”

She seems to be a nun ghost crying down there. After saying that, the ghost girl’s appearance completely disappeared. In the end, she said to punish her and save herself.

“Fuck.”

In the end, it means that you have to catch the boss mob to get out of here. The banshees were just asking to jump on it and recover their remains.

So I showed this fantasy.

ㅡ rattle.

…No.

That’s not all.

A staircase leading down appeared.

ㅡBanshees opened the way to the basement.

The basement is the heart of the mansion. A place hidden in a maze-like barrier. The Banshees opened the way for me, asking for liberation.

It seems that my friends are there now.

Then I will go

Descend the spiral staircase. The surroundings were not dark. On the way down to the cellar, a red fire was burning.

“Kyaaaaa!!!”
“Open it! Open it! Open it!”
“Open it, please!”
“Save me, please!!!!”

But it wasn’t a real fire.

I made my way through the flames and headed downstairs. What you hear is a scream. These are the voices of women longing for life.

After being mercilessly beaten by warriors who stormed into the mansion, they were eventually burned to death as a group in the basement of the mansion. The brutal warriors had finished their work and gathered the women in the cellar and set it on fire.

“It’s terrible.”

All the way down the spiral staircase, such scenery covered the surroundings.

“You deserve a grudge.”

A space where past resentment became a reality and repeated endlessly, that was the mansion of the cursed ghosts.

They wanted revenge and at the same time wanted salvation. To be caught up in something like this, it seems that there was no luck. Let’s not do lung exploration in the future.

Then I stood in front of the basement.

A sobbing sound came from somewhere.