Chapter 431: Arc 6, - 47: Retracing Steps
’16th of March, eleven hundred hours. Well, eleven twenty-five to be exact. Having to trek all the way back, we had to take a stop at Wensteter Village again.
At dawn, we shot straight for this castle. Same as before—other than the rain pouring down outside thudding every brick to echo down the hallways. Oh, and the mad detective scurrying around throwing every book left in the place-’
"Thud-tock!" "Not that one," Fumeko was on the tips of her toes, her arms stretched up into the bookshelves.
"Tis a charming study, if there be not the homes of arachnids in every bend. The heavens sorrows hamper luminosity this chamber so deeply would be drenched in otherwise," Tiffany, like a prissy noble, inched away from the cobwebs—her nose in a wrinkle.
Jotou had her arms crossed while she examined the room, careful of the dust, "I like the rain, but I think this castle wasn’t built with weatherproofing in mind." Her blonde locks were all frizzy as she turned.
"Did she have to say drench though?" Ben replied, daring not to touch anything with his armoured hands.
"If thy predilections lie with prose other than mine own, perchance thou finds inundated or drowned more apposite, deviant," the pale blonde leered to the side.
"Sorry," Ben was not even sure he got most of it, but continued about the room. "You know, it might be helpful to say what we’re looking for other than just, ’a mechanism to activate some other door’."
"If I knew what the exact mechanism was, I would’ve said so or found it already," condescendingly the brunette spoke.
Suddenly, the entire room became pitch-black with the sound of a small flicker. "Great, I can’t bloody see anything in here now," Clyde’s uttered into the dark.
A ball of white light returned, affixed to the centre of the ceiling. "I thought I saw the spooky ghosty boy again, sorry, it was just a big moth," Asobi said.
A large brownish moth casted a flickering shadow below as it kept passing through the light over and over.