The dim corridor, the scarlet murals, and the ferocious stag's head came into view one after another.
At the far end, behind the suit of armor, orange-red lamplight filled the space.
The light shone on the armor, bringing out the metal's distinctive luster, as though recounting its former splendor and glory-even though Old Charlie had merely made it by hand.
But in the eyes of Langbain, Garcia, Didian, and Sapier, it had already become something altogether different.
With that terrifying corridor as its backdrop.
No matter how they looked at it, the armor seemed like something worn by a hero who had defeated a demon king.
The light in particular filled them with an involuntary longing.
Langbain and Didian walked in front.
Garcia and Sapier followed behind.
Garcia cautiously surveyed his surroundings. The Cloak Society newcomer kept worrying that some monster would leap out of those scarlet paintings.
Sapier scratched his head, glancing back from time to time.
For some reason, the tree he had just seen had left his legs trembling, as though it would kill him at the slightest movement.
Was that tree alive?
How was that possible?
How could a tree be alive?
Sapier wanted to ask his older sister, but seeing how completely on guard she was, he wisely chose not to disturb her-Sapier disliked using his brain, but that did not mean he lacked one. The Lotus Leaf Inn's second son could still read the situation.
Didian, meanwhile, had not noticed her younger brother's expression at all.
The Lotus Leaf Inn's eldest daughter was checking for traps in the corridor.
She had already identified at least two.
There was probably a flamethrower inside the stag's head.
There were probably spears concealed in that painting.
Besides those, pits were likely hidden beneath the floor.
And those