"Oh~"
Emilia was startled by her own vivid imagination; upon closer inspection, it was clearly just a stain.
She nervously shifted her gaze, refusing to look over there again, but the thought that "there might be a corpse sealed inside the wall" erupted uncontrollably within her mind like wild grass after a spring rain.
This feeling was very strange, reminding her of three or four decades ago, when she was just an elf girl, hidden under her blanket at night, scaring herself.
But this time, although she had grown up, she no longer had a blanket to hide under. The more she thought about it, the more terrified she felt, and her body began to tremble due to this fear.
"Little Liana, I feel something is wrong."
When she managed to speak, even she was surprised by her own hoarse voice. That pure white little beast also sensed something was amiss, softly poked Emilia's hand with its unicorn horn, and facing the wall with the stain, let out a bright sound.
