Chapter 567

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Fighting back her dizziness, she tried to assess the situation.

…She was in some sort of Western-style mansion.

She had no memory of it whatsoever.

Why she was here, or why she had slept until now—she could not clearly recall either.

“—, —, —, —”

The grating noise continued.

There was no clock, and outside lay profound darkness.

Bazett guessed it was around midnight.

As for the room itself—no, she could barely see a thing.

Not only were her limbs heavy, but even her eyesight seemed to have deteriorated.

She could make out the room’s general layout, but everything was blurred, impossible to examine closely.

Even so, Bazett gradually began to get her bearings.

Feeling her way along the wall, she left the room.

“—, —, —, —”

Once she reached the corridor, the noise suddenly grew louder.

It seemed to be coming from the room next door.

Bazett felt increasingly agitated.

A voice inside her seemed to be shouting: Make that noise stop!

She shoved open the neighboring door.

“Huh—?”

She froze.

“…”

When Bazett awoke, she found that she had fallen asleep propped against the bed. The documents she had been holding were scattered across the floor.

Her eyes widened as a sudden thought struck her.

She sprang up and hurried into the room next door.

It was dilapidated and empty.

Dust lay everywhere, just as one would expect of a room that had not been used in sixty years.

The bed did not even have sheets, only a bare wooden frame.

Of course, there was no one there.

So… had that been a dream?

“…Haah.”

Bazett sighed.

She covered her face, overcome with self-reproach.

“Ugh!”

Realizing that her thoughts were