The dark and fathomless Dark Castle stood deep within the jungle. Black thorns grew with wild abandon, bewitching flowers bloomed in the garden beds, and decaying corpses could vaguely be seen beneath the black soil.
The black iron gate stood half-open. Several brightly colored mushrooms grew in the corner, their rust stains faintly forming the shapes of human faces. Occasionally, strange, hoarse shrieks came from deep within the castle. Dim blue flames flickered on and off, shrouding the entire castle in an eerie, chilling atmosphere.
In the dim hall, several weak candle flames swayed faintly, illuminating the paintings hanging on either wall. A rather large table stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by numerous chairs.
"Tell me, why did Mistress rush off to the city?"
The sudden voice shattered the hall's silence.
One of the lamps abruptly changed shape, its burning flame transforming into a human face.
In a movie, such a scene would certainly have qualified as horror, but in Death Castle, it was the most ordinary part of daily life.
"Don't know."
"Mistress rarely tells us about her affairs."
"Maybe there's some meeting she needs to attend?"
"You know Mistress's personality. She hates those dull, drawn-out meetings. They're purely a waste of time..."
The entire hall gradually grew lively.
Ghosts emerged from the walls, hollow suits of armor stood by the walls holding spears, and the tableware laid out on the table. Even the tables and chairs "came alive" at that moment.
No, to be precise, they had long since died.
They merely remained in this world in a special state.
A girl dressed in a white maid dress held cleaning tools in her hands and busied herself with her work.
Though she was the castle's steward, she still performed these duties every day. Otherwise, she