You could clearly see the displeasure on Mr. Andersen's face.
He was using his very demeanor to pressure the humans.
A strong gust of wind suddenly swept through the entire mansion. The furniture trembled and swayed, yet Mrs. Andersen's expression remained utterly calm—just like back in the church—as if neither of them could sense any of the changes happening around them.
Hermes frowned, his tone low and firm as he warned, "Don't speak of anything you see."
Sure enough, a piercing cat's cry echoed when his words fell. A black cat darted across their view right before the door and bolted toward the entrance. A woman in a white dress was standing there—her wide eyes fixed unblinkingly on the people inside the mansion.
There seemed to be faint sobs carried by the wind—yet a lost soul could never find its way home.
Liam's heart suddenly trembled. A strange, pressing emotion rose within him, compelling him to speak.
