Tareef, Ciro, and Clay arrived at a house made of wood and stone. Its exterior didn't have any strange countenance, only the widely opened door displaying the fact that something was amiss.
Ciro had an ashen expression, sweat dripping from his jawline as he gazed at the normal-looking house.
Tareef had proposed he stayed at the manor, but the City Lord refused, preaching on how he had to watch over Blythe as its City Lord… for Tareef, those were nonsensical. So he decided to carry Ciro along to close the chapter.
"There is nothing wrong about the house from this distance," Tareef commented, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Still, I believe we should not take the matter lightly, Lord Tareef," Clay commented, his eyes glistening with a strange light.
'Aww… despite learning that a possessed might reside in that house, 'He' still has a calm composure… how manly of Lord Tareef!'
