6 Park Orchard Street, an abandoned residential house.
Older, double-story building with peeling siding and broken window glass.
Weeds grow wild in the yard and abandoned trash is everywhere.
Pushing through the fence, he walked into the yard that smelled of decay and stood on the lawn for a moment to sense it.
A faint black mist spilled from the cracks in the building's doors and windows.
"Well, it does have a darkness to it."
But exactly what it is is unknown, and won't be known until we go in and do some careful investigation.
But the transcendent species that still managed to languish in the Holy Light Kingdom were nothing more than ghostly creatures that relied on things like curses and grudges to survive.
After going to the door of the room again pushing on it, and realizing that it was locked inside by a mysterious force, Eleazar punched through the lock.
Anyway, before he came, those two old men had already said that the house had been unused for a long time, so feel free to investigate.
"Squeak~"
The door to the room slowly pushed open and a chilly wind hit the lawn outside, blowing it gray.
"Ooh, pissed off?"
Eleazar glanced back at the sky streaked with gold.
The fact that the ghosts were so active before it was even dark brought up a hint of interest in him.
Putting on his silver ring, he slowly walked into the house.
"Boo!"
The door to the room behind him was thrown shut hard by an inexplicable force.
Eleazar glanced back, unimpressed.
After investigating the dusty hallway for a while, the living room, the kitchen, and the bathroom at the end, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
The rotting wooden stairs creaked as they were stepped on.
When you come to the second floor, there are two sitting rooms to the left and right and another restroom at the end.
Standing in the middle of the hallway, Eleazar looked thoughtfully at the bedroom's broken dresser.
A very interesting phenomenon, all the glass in this house, everything that reflects a mirror image, is all shattered.
Finally coming to the toilet at the end of the corridor, on the dusty sink, a mirror, also covered in dust, seemed to remain intact.
Eleazar slowly extends his palm and wipes away a trail of dust.
The mirror didn't reflect him; inside was a cloaked face, clinging to the mirror as if trying to burrow out.
A pair of yellow eyes stared at him dead in the mirror.
[Demon Spirit Advancement Branch: Mirror Demon Spirit]
"So it's this kind of thing, no wonder the previous owner of this house, was scared to sudden death on the spot."
Eleazar rested his chin and constructed in his mind what had happened to the owner of this house during his lifetime.
[I don't know when he realized there was something else in the house...]
It might have been one time when I washed my face, or maybe when I shaved and walked away.
There is nothing more terrifying than to be suddenly awakened in the night and then inadvertently see a figure in a round mirror over the counter. A nightmare was inevitable, and such horrific visions ensued frequently over the next period.
Washing your hands, taking a shower, washing up, at every inattentive moment.
Until he reaches a certain tipping point where he goes around smashing all the mirrors in the house like crazy.
The owner of the house breathed a sigh of relief as if he were relieved, thinking he could finally get rid of this horrible vision.
Then early one morning, the residents of Hundred Fruit Garden heard an incredibly miserable scream.
When people broke open the door and walked in, they found the owner of the house had collapsed in the second-floor restroom, his eyes wide and his hands dead over his heart.
The medical examiner's findings were that it was a sudden death from a heart attack.
The house then went through several turnovers and had several owners, but none of them lived there for long, and those occupants were either so frightened that they ran out of the house in the middle of the night yelling, or suddenly jumped out of the second-floor window and broke their legs, and there were even people who dumped kerosene and threatened to burn down the house.
The rumor that Room 6 was haunted spread, scaring the tenants of the two houses next to it to move out and the three houses were then left unused together until now.
"Well ..."
Eleazar held his chin up and looked at the mirror which had returned to normal.
The demonic spirit inside disappeared on its own very sensibly after realizing that he was unresponsive to this vision.
"Ask for mirrors, lots and lots of mirrors."
The weakness of this ghostly creature is hidden in its strongest point.
Eleazar turns and walks down the stairs.
I didn't have the tools to deal with such a thing today, so when I come back the next time, it will be the death of this mirror ghost.
Coming across the street to the tavern, he came into the bar with the warm fireplace burning.
"Excuse me, is house number 6 still for rent?"
The tavern owner, who was wearing a bow tie, looked at the youth in front of him in surprise.
"Who did you hear that from?"
Eleazar sat down at the bar and ordered a drink on the way.
"A friend, he said there's a haunted house over here with cheap rent."
"Bullshit!" The boss retorted without thinking.
"Not a dime of rent!"
Eleazar is silent for a moment, "So... The haunting is real?"
"And of course it's fake!" The owner slowly mixed his drink.
If Eleazar hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he might have been fooled by the other's serious look.
"Annual rent, $600, but you can break the rental agreement at any time, and live less and count less than a month as a month!"
Well, the other guy wanted to make money so badly but didn't dare get anyone killed, so he allowed him to check out when he was too scared to do so and make a little bit of a difference.
Eleazar took the glass and contemplated it for a moment.
"How about this, boss..."
He looked up, "How about five hundred bucks, even if I don't live there anymore, I won't ask you for a refund on the rent?"
"No problem!"
The tavern owner thought for a moment and quickly pulled the contract out from under the bar.
"Sign and pay! When the time comes, you'll be fine as a warehouse for your stuff, the rent won't be refunded, that's what you said!"
Probably just trying to earn two months' rent, as originally envisioned by the owner.
Eleazar signed his name calmly and then paid 500 dollars to receive a full year's occupancy of Room 6 in Parkview.
The owner counted the bills beautifully before looking for another set of keys as if he remembered something.
"No need."
Eleazar tossed the key back, "I'll make my locks in a few days."
"Then remember to give me the key when you check out!"
....
With that side of things taken care of, Eleazar glanced back at the very beautifully landscaped street of Bacchus, and slowly made his way back to the Knight's Manor.
The last of the evening light in the sky was hidden, and the night was just about to fall.
"Back? What's going on in that room?"
The knight standing in the courtyard practicing his sword turned back.
"A haunted house indeed, a demonic spirit in a mirror..."
Eleazar, who had washed his hands at the sink, shook off the water stains and made his way to the stone table, where he picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water.
The brass-colored metal cup slowly appeared as half a cup of milky white liquid.
Eleazar is silent for a moment, taking a tentative sip.
Mmm, slightly sweet, milky, trace toxins...
And over there, Fintan finally thought back to that ghostly creature.
"The Demon in the Mirror, I heard it's a ghostly creature that's nearly as invincible, how come it can't be killed?"
Well, sad transcendentals with no information on monster heritage.
Eleazar glanced at him.
"Thirty-nine mirrors in a circle, a seance ceremony at midnight, and it will be forced out of its true form, you can come over then too if you want to see it, and by the way, lend me that silver sword of yours."
"Is this the way to destroy the demon in the mirror? I'll go record it, make yourself comfortable, dinner will be served soon!"
The knight hurried to the basement.