Labyrinth City Mesugaki Pawn Shop

9. Something in the box (1)

“I almost got f*cked.”

I shook my head at the goose bumps all over my body.

Doesn’t he glar at you like he’s going to kill someone for asking you for directions? If it had been a little too late to get out, I would have been lying on the floor with blood on my head by now.

In addition, even though his white underwear was showing through under his sweaty robe, as if he had exhibitionism, instead of covering it up, he stood proudly in the middle of the square as if to show it openly.

“As expected, it’s best to avoid crazy b*tches.”

And even though I asked for a handshake of gratitude first, even those mad eyes that only stared at me.

‘This is Yerica Myers.’

Ugh, it’s this side that gets tired if it gets tangled up wrong. Hmmm, I shouldn’t even go in the direction of the plaza for a while. It’s better to avoid it, even if it means going back a little further. Cancer, no way.

“Still, he taught me the way well.”

902 Moyken st. 946 Mr. William White.

What we arrived at was none other than a splendid four-story mansion.

It was a strangely large mansion built in a labyrinth city full of such adventurers, a mansion with a labyrinth-like garden and a water fountain, not the kind of mansion you would see in a movie, but there was an atmosphere nonetheless. A feeling that shouldn’t be overlooked.

And judging from the fact that two guards in black uniforms were standing upright at the entrance, it didn’t look like an ordinary family home.

“What are you here for?”

As I approached the mansion, the guard took one look at my entire body. It was a simple outfit with only one box besides clothes, but the vigilant appearance showed that its own procedures were being thoroughly followed.

“Ah, I’m here to deliver the items that Mr. William White purchased from the Bsilgol Hall… No, the BSG pawn shop.”

“Can you wait a minute?”

Waiting for a while, I was allowed to enter right away.

The figure of a guard who opened the front door while stepping aside in moderation, and a gigantic dragon that seemed a bit intimidating opened the engraved wooden front door and entered the two people’s eyes.

A woman with blonde hair who appears to be in her late teens and a maid standing behind her.

And their eyes were shaking very much, as if they saw something they shouldn’t have seen.

‘Gulp’

The hallway became so quiet that the sound of swallowing echoed. It was this side who spoke first.

“Are you Mr. William White?”

“…My father is away for a while because of an appointment. My name is Legarete White, the eldest daughter of the White family.”

Looking closely, it was a pretty impressive girl with platinum blonde hair that seemed to have been bleached. If she doesn’t move, she looks like a doll.

She closed her eyes for a while and then opened them. For some reason, she couldn’t make eye contact with me and she was looking somewhere around my chin and neck.

No, why is the reaction of every woman I meet today like this?

One side stared intently at her, while the other side was barely able to meet her eyes and barely glanced at her.

“My name is Einheri from the BSG pawnshop. Mr. William White is here to deliver the purchased item.”

“Are you a pawn shop?”

To Le Galette, who didn’t know what it was, the lady-in-waiting next to her whispered quietly. And only then did she nod her head as if she understood.

“Ah, it must have been that kind of place. Sorry. Since I don’t often go out of the house…”

My gaze at her was slightly lower than usual.

Since Legarete was in a wheelchair,

It seemed that she was not sickly, for she looked well-skinned. However, despite the fact that she covered it with a full skirt, her protruding ankles looked so… Thin.

As she raised her gaze from her feet, her eyes met Legarette’s.

Ah. Early

It was a huge mistake. She hastily lowered her head.

“Sorry, sorry!”

“…It’s okay. Please keep her head up. You didn’t do that on purpose.”

As if this had happened not once or twice, Legarete’s self-deprecating smile looked very bitter.

“If you don’t mind, could you wait in the drawing room for a while? It’s probably time for my father to come back soon…”

“Yes, it’s okay. Rather, it is an honor to be able to be here.”

“Could you prepare a cup of tea, Michelle?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Time was what was left over anyway. Yan didn’t say when to come back, but well, if it’s a bit late for work reasons, he’ll understand.

As the lady-in-waiting by her side left to prepare her tea, Legarete turned the wheel of her wheelchair as if she was used to it, and headed for her drawing room.

As I followed her, there were things that stood out to her.

Most of the rooms had no doors or sills, and even had sliding doors.

And low-slope uphills with minimal stairs.

Even a large window that extends to the lower part of the floor so that she can see outside even in her wheelchair.

The height of the shelves on which things are placed was, at best, as high as my belly button.

It was a mansion where consideration for Legarete was evident everywhere.

That said, it wasn’t for a day or two that her legs became uncomfortable.

Her parlor came out of her without saying a word and followed her carefully.

“Oh.”

It was a neat room finished in beige, with simply placed sofas and a place where warm sunlight came in, but it could never be said to be ordinary.

The drawing room wall caught my eye.

Stuffed animals decorated everywhere.

A room decorated with everything from a snake bone as small as the size of a palm to a large buffalo head specimen. A vivid stuffed deer head that looks like it will come out of the wall at any moment. I’ve never seen anything like this.

“My father’s hobby is poetry. Of course, I always freak out every time I see it…”

Unlike Legarette, who was frightened, the stuffed animals created an extremely luxurious atmosphere in line with the atmosphere of the drawing room.

Anyway, my heart flutters when I see stuffed animals for the first time. Surprisingly, this is my taste.

Legarete’s father, William White, was a famous doctor in the city and a successful entrepreneur running a small business.

Speaking of being a doctor, all I can think of is anxiety, but…

[Children who fall asleep after eating syrup are greeted with angelic eyes by the time their parents leave work.]

-Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup-

……Again, most of the drugs with strong effects in this era were manufactured with ingredients such as opium, cocaine, morphine, and heroin.

In an era when narcotic drugs like Mrs. Winslow’s soothing syrup were circulated without any censorship measures, and the weak couldn’t survive, and it was doctors who prescribe such morphine lump syrup, it was inevitable that prejudice would arise. .

The ‘newspaper’ was placed in the parlor.

[New discovery of alchemists! Released Pervitin! Lethargy and depression alleviate… Will I be able to work for up to 40 hours without a break?!]

Oh, please.

“While alchemists praised it as a great medicine, my father showed skepticism.”

As if he had read my gaze, Legarete, who had moved from his wheelchair to the sofa as usual, was looking at the newspaper with a disapproving expression.

“There is no drug that is as good as that in the world, and they say, ‘You can’t carelessly treat patients with such a dangerous drug that you don’t know what kind of side effects will appear when and how.’ I know that the prescription actually does that. I heard you’re planning to make a presentation on the subject at a conference soon…”

“Your father is really a true doctor.”

Yes, it is only because there were people like this that there can be progress in medicine!

How to maintain balance. A crazy world full of madmen who only pour drugs when they are sick can’t run properly.

“Please, please live a long time…”

“Yes?”

“hahahaha, no.”

The hope in my heart just leaked out.

Le Garette sat down across from Lethe and set her box down. Something light, but not too heavy.

“Could I know what you’re here to deliver?”

“Hmm… Me too, I don’t know what’s inside because my boss didn’t tell me.”

Curiosity kills a crappy & or something like that, but I didn’t have a wall that I could open it carelessly.

I’m not a daughter who skips fried chicken, and I can’t do crazy things like opening an item that’s being delivered.

But… Well… I was a little curious to be honest. I even made up my mind to ask Yan indirectly when I went back after finishing it.

I wouldn’t be too surprised if it didn’t even contain a freaking armored transforming dinosaur. Maybe it’s because it contains precious things like jewels or something?

“Then shall we open it?”

“Yes?”

Legarete brought the box in front of her and continued with a grin.

“That’s… Honestly, Mr. Einheri is curious too, isn’t it..?”

“Am I?”

“Everything is revealed in Mr. Einheri’s expression… Look, even now, when you hear such a story, you can’t stand it!”

I couldn’t refute it.

No, honestly, you’re curious, right? What did the rich man in the big city secretly buy at the pawn shop? How can you be patient!

“…It’s my specification that more stuffed animals come into the mansion just in case. I’m thinking of secretly throwing it away if it’s really stuffed.”

The other day, he said that there was an uproar when he tried to bring a 6m stuffed anaconda into the front door.

sh*t, that would scare me too.

If you woke up from sleep and woke up to go to the bathroom, you would see a 6m long snake at the entrance with shining artificial jewel eyes…

Then, there is no time to do anything, and I have the confidence to be exhausted right away.

The suspicious hobby of a rich man with a lot of money…

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“So you’re looking at it, won’t you say something about it…?”

Well, in principle, it would be right for Mr. William White to receive it, but even so, if he brought it to her mansion and received it for his daughter, there would be no problem.

Usually, family members, relatives, or co-workers receive registered mail or courier instead.

Well, it’ll be fine. Instead, I need to tidy up one word of shameless remarks.

“I didn’t see anything.”

“Puhahahahaha, yes, I understand. Einheri didn’t see anything.”

Laughing at how funny it was, Legarette carefully lifted the top of the box.

‘ ̷̢̡̨̣͓͎̼̝̹̼͇̮̙̻͖̠͌̅̐̽̊̐Click̕̕͜͝͝ ̸̴ ̷͔͎̼̭̹͈̰̹͈̬̜̹̦-”’ B＞

With the sound of wood sliding, Pandora’s box was carefully opened.

“… On…?”

Her face froze for a moment, wondering what the hell she saw in it. Le Garette tried to scream as if her mansion would soon leave, but managed to cover her own mouth and swallow her saliva.

“Hauuu!”

Then, she breathed heavily and couldn’t help her trembling eyes. She hurriedly approached to the side and supported her head and shoulders as if she was about to fall behind her at any moment.

Eyes bloodshot as if crying, irregular breathing and face turning white, hyperventilation syndrome.

“LeGalette, Legarete, look at me. Follow me, slowly, slowly, inhale through your nose… Hold it for a moment, then exhale through her mouth.”

I held Legarete’s hand and helped her breathe out slowly.

Her tears did not disappear, but her breathing, which had been unstable, gradually subsided, perhaps because she felt emotionally stable that someone was helping her.

Then he jumped at me and hugged me.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…”

It’s not an act of affection, just like a child reflexively running to its mother’s arms after seeing something frightening.

Legarete’s body, still restless, swayed against her like a rain-soaked baby bird.

What made Legarete like that?

Something faintly visible through the half-open box on the table.

Hair?

I carefully pushed the lid aside.

And there…

“Oh my god…”

Covered in fur, distorted, cut, and showing a strange color.

“Yan…What the hell did you sell?”

There was a wriggling monkey hand.

It was unreasonable to pretend that he hadn’t seen anything.