(It is an illustrated novel; Each chapter consist of original artworks and sketches)
Chapters with illustration.
[24/25]
Chapters w/o illustration
[25-26]
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Allyson Bluestone; a young woman that is det...
It's 10 in the morning in the town. Below the bell tower, townspeople are engrossed in their daily labors, unbeknownst to the current situation that is happening at the Walker Mansion.
Amongst the crowd, a cloaked man entered the bell tower with an intent. A bell-ringer is seen leaving downstairs. His job was to ring the bell every 2 hours, as a local tradition by the city.
"Are you the cleaner?" He asked the cloaked man when he saw him below the stairs.
"You seem to be different for someone who cleans the tower. Not that I mind," he exclaimed, giving a downright manner.
"The tower has been thoroughly fixed and cleaned for 3 days. We are grateful for your help."
He smiles; fangs show up in the process. The bell-ringer pats his shoulder before leaving the bell tower behind for him.
The man walked toward the top of the tower and approached right below the iron bell. He undresses his cloak, exposing his eyes peering through a mask. A phantom...
"Vera trebiloubtua."
At the center of the room, a bright red magic circle emanated above the ceiling, pulsing in seconds.
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"The Barrier Ritual Circle has been reset once again."
He glanced through the window, where the Walker Mansion can be seen by plain eyes; smiling behind the mask, he scoffed.
"You better do as I told you."
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[Kleid's POV]
(Walker Mansion, Living Room, First Floor)
I caught a glimpse of it; it was a faint blur of someone's foot walking across my vision. Maybe around this comfy chair?
Funny... I swear it crawled behind it.
As I was trying to find the culprit, our senior had approached me.
"What are you crawling behind there?" He had this carefree look. I didn't respond much, but I seemed to notice a stronger scent next to the chair, but it's fading in an odd manner.
"Hey, are you listening?" he asked me.
I stood up and looked him in the eye. He looked behind me and pointed out his observation of what I'm doing.
