"Crows?"
Brook finally saw what they were.
He recognized these crows. They were the crows that had flown out of Flanders' body before the game started.
"How come there are so many of them?"
The crows covered the sky and wrapped the entire manor tightly, not letting out a single ray of light.
The situation in front of him was beyond Brook's expectations and beyond his understanding.
"Let me out. I've won. The sun has risen outside. The game is over. We've won!"
Brook did not care about the crows or the crows. He only knew that it was already ten o'clock. The sun had risen. He had won.
He wanted to go home.
He was tired of this boring game. He was tired of playing hide-and-seek.
He could not stay here any longer.
"Quickly let me out. Are you going back on your word?
Even if you surround this place with crows, you cannot change the fact that the sun has risen outside."
