"Clang, clang, clang."
Following the girls' screams, Georgiana arrived at the dining room, where there was an unexpected person. Had she asked Bonaparte whether they were expecting visitors today?
Before she could figure it out, Augereau had already brought the sword in his hand down viciously upon the table, nearly splitting the dining table in two.
Then the "clang, clang, clang" of the bell ceased.
An eerie silence filled the room for several seconds.
Then she stepped into the dining room.
"Can someone explain this?" Georgiana asked everyone.
"Madam." Margarita, who had been curled up in the corner in fright, rushed over and threw her arms around Georgiana.
The room was so quiet that only Margarita's soft sobs could be heard.
"We were talking at first," Matilda said. "Then a bell started ringing from somewhere, but as you know, there aren't any bells here."
"I checked every room," Augereau said at that moment. "The sound came from inside the walls."
Georgiana looked around.
This fifteenth-century house had not been divided with stone, but with wood.
Footsteps sounded behind her then.
"Pack your things. We're leaving immediately," Bonaparte said as he came up behind her.
"There's no need to make such a fuss," Georgiana said. "It's only a mischievous spirit."
Everyone stared at her in shock.
"You still want to stay in this haunted house?" Augereau said incredulously.
"No, it isn't haunted," Georgiana corrected him. "It's a change of ownership..."
"Immediately!" Bonaparte roared.
The girls immediately went to pack their luggage. Augereau apparently did not want to remain in this place either and turned to leave the dining room.
"What are you trying to do? Prove how brave you are?" Bonaparte came before her with his hands on his hips.
"Mischievous spirits think the house belongs to them. They're only making