The Mansion of Trials and Trials

Inside the Maze

"Attention! Wanderers! May the Wanderer with the number 5 please come forward."

"I'm number 5," a voice fluttered in the middle of the crowd. C raised his hand with his number card 5, he walked near the entrances, carrying a rectangular case with him. Where did he get that case? I wondered.

"Wanderer, please pick your entrance," said Puppet.

"Puppet, just to confirm. I can do anything in this Mansion, right?" C asked oddly. I didn't understand what he meant.

"Yes, according to the rules in this Mansion, you can do anything you want."

"That's great," C smiled. He put down his case on the ground, opened it and took out something inside. He grabbed the handles with both hands, lifted it up high in the air and snapped it open. I doubted my eyes. A huge, razor-sharp garden shears was in his hands!

"My dear Wanderer, what are you going to do with those huge garden shears?" Puppet asked, sweating heavily.

"Oh! I believe it is obvious, isn't it?" Holding that gigantic weapon, C walked near the green hedges and pulled open the shears. Oh dear me, please don't tell me he is going to........

Instantly, there was an ear-piercing sound of chopping. C grabbed the shears tightly and sliced the green hedge walls in the maze, trying to make his own way inside the maze. Hundreds of leaves got tear open and fell on the ground, forming huge towers of green. There was an enormous hole on the maze walls.

"AHHHHH! What are you doing?!!!!!" Puppet screamed. Her face went pale.

"I'm destroying the maze walls, of course. Both of those entrances look dangerous to me. So I'm making my own way in," C explained calmly.

"NO, NO, NO! You CAN'T do that! If you destroy the walls, we cannot hold the trial!!!!"

"But I thought you said we, Wanderers, can do anything! Destroying the trial is not breaking the rules, right?"

"Yes, but this doesn't mean you can DESTROY the trials! STOP CUTTING THE WALLS RIGHT NOW! Or else I will let you receive judgment IMMEDIATELY!"

Puppet pushed C away from the walls. C stopped cutting and carried the shears on his shoulder, he looked annoyed. Puppet gazed at the hole on the walls, she patted her head.

"Oh dear.....I hope Master won't be angry about this," Puppet whispered softly. She raised her voice, "Hey, Wanderer! Give me back those shears! I'm taking them away!"

"But this is my shears!" C argued.

"No 'but'! Give it to me now or else you will receive judgment!" said Puppet as dragged the shears away from C. She put it inside the box and hugged it tightly.

"Remember, Wanderer! Don't not think about destroying the trial ever again, if you do so, I will......."

"Ok. Ok. Sorry, I promise I won't do it again," C apologized. Puppet snapped her finger. Near the hole, the branches stretched longer and grew another bunch of leaves, filling up the hole on the hedge walls.

"Please pick your entrance now, Wanderer. Time is ticking." Puppet warned, "And don't tell me you haven't decided your way."

"No, I have already. I choose the Flower Entrance."

"Why do you choose that?"

"Because I like flowers. They smell good."

"I see. Anyway, just hurry up! I don't want to see you again."

"Haha......alright. See you later, Puppet." C waved goodbye, pushed the gate and entered the maze. As I watched him leaving, this hilarious case finally came to an end.