Chapter 457.<h4><b>Chapter 457. An Exciting Night with Two Girls Outside the City: The Alleged Haunted Castle. (7/7)</b></h4>
<span style="font-weight:400">When no souls appeared to my dismay, I let out a sigh and got to work. By work, I didn’t mean clearing up the area though. I meant writing up a contract in advance since it seemed Rosa was nning to help me acquire Dawn’s soul.
<span style="font-weight:400">She was seriously ying wingman for a devil. Or was devil’s advocate the more appropriate term for this sort of situation?
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, I’d never say no to another soul. Really though, getting people to sell you their souls was so much work. If I was a hot girl, I wonder if it’d be easier to get people to sell me their soul? I could just promise a guy I’d sleep with them if they’d offer up their soul to me on a silver tter like I was some sort of Subus. I’m sure there would be plenty willing to jump at the offer. Hell, I imagine there’d be guys happy to just be stepped or spit on for such a deal.
<span style="font-weight:400">As a gloomy looking guy, such a method was impossible. Maybe if I was a hot stud with a ripped six-pack it’d be a different story, but I wasn’t.
<span style="font-weight:400">I wonder if there are any devils that have started a prostitution ring. They could just get girls to have a bunch of horny dudes sell their souls for sex. Personally, I’d never go and do that though. I don’t particrly like the idea of being some sort of pimp daddy.
<span style="font-weight:400">While Imented over such nonsense I finished writing up the contract. Once finished, I folded it up and stuffed it back inside my pocket. I didn’t bother to add in the aging use this time around.
<span style="font-weight:400">I got to work and cleared away some of the small debris on the ground by sweeping it to one side with my feet. When there was enough space cleared out for the nonsense summoning circles we were going to make, I figured I’d take a break. I took a look at the benches and swiped my finger over the surface.
<span style="font-weight:400">There was a very thickyer of dust. It… also felt wet. Gross. When I looked at my finger, I realized it was ayer of mold buried beneath the dust.
<span style="font-weight:400">I wiped my finger on some of the debris on the ground and absolutely refused to sit on the benches at all costs.
<span style="font-weight:400">I turned my focus to the two chairs in the room. When I shone the shlight on it... something moved! My heart trembled out of fright as I fell backwards.
<span style="font-weight:400">Nope. Nope. Nope!
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hah… hah… hah…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Spider. A freaking big ass scary-looking one at that. The bloody thing’s legs made it look the size of a dinner te. It had its webbing spun all over the two chairs. My skin crawled when I saw the other insects it had wrapped up and entangled in its web. Some were still wriggling. There were grasshoppers, crickets, flies, and a few cockroaches.
<span style="font-weight:400">Even if I slept among cockroaches, that was many years ago when I was a small child. I could tolerate them and even kill them without getting squeamish, but after decades of not having to deal with them, they caught me a bit off guard here.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was honestly the location that made it so bad. If I was home, a little cockroach wouldn’t be a big deal. But what I turned to see just now was the sight of that cockroach having its innards torn away and eaten by that spider.
<span style="font-weight:400">Wait, the spider!
<span style="font-weight:400">Where’d it go?
<span style="font-weight:400">Not knowing where it was lurking, my skin tingled ufortably, the hairs on my body stood on end, and I jumped to my feet.
<span style="font-weight:400">Of all spiders, it looked like the Brown Recluse spider Rosa showed me a picture of. As we traveled Rosa had informed me of a few different animals and insects in the regions we passed through to be on the lookout for. Though you were more likely to die from a lightning strike than this species of spider, my luck was still dog shit enough that it happened to be the worst one I could encounter around these parts. Eighty percent of their bites were considered serious.
<span style="font-weight:400">The worst part of everything was that these were supposed to be rare and you typically only came across them here if they were transported by relocated residents.
<span style="font-weight:400">God damn it! I’d have been happy if it was a ck Widow or something.
<span style="font-weight:400">But wait a minute… didn’t Rosa say the Brown Recluse was only the size of a quarter?
<span style="font-weight:400">Had I just been that unlucky? I’d encountered some sort of monster Brown Recluse? Oh god, how I wish I’d left with Dawn now and that I’d nevere across such a behemoth of a spider. I seriously wanted to scream. This wasn’t some baby spider I couldugh off and call cute damn it!
<span style="font-weight:400">I slowly backed away from the chair as my eyes and shlight darted about from left to right trying to track down where that freak of a spider went.
<span style="font-weight:400">Why the hell can’t I find it when it’s practically a walking dinner te?
<span style="font-weight:400">Oh god, what if it’s already behind me?
<span style="font-weight:400">Freaked out at the thought of it I spun around frantically and shone the light behind me.
<span style="font-weight:400">Nothing.
<span style="font-weight:400">Calm… down. Calm the fuck down, me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha… hahaha…” nervousughter slipped out.
<span style="font-weight:400">What was so funny?
<span style="font-weight:400">I’m a freaking devil.
<span style="font-weight:400">Why am I freaking out so much over a spider?
<span style="font-weight:400">Because it seems faster than me?
<span style="font-weight:400">With a body that size, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the Usain Bolt of spiders.
<span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t understand it either, I just didn’t know enough about it. I’d only gotten a very brief nce at it before it abruptly disappeared.
<span style="font-weight:400">Wait... does a spider that fast or big even need to make webs to catch prey? Shouldn’t it be able to hunt with its size and speed rather than relying on a web?
<span style="font-weight:400">Damn it, I just don’t know enough about spiders to tell if it really was a Brown Recluse or something else entirely. That was the scariest part of this, not knowing the real danger.
<span style="font-weight:400">Calm down, remember what Rosa told you about Brown Recluses before. These spiders are the types to hunt prey rather than catch them in webs. However, they did still produce pretty messy webs though.
<span style="font-weight:400">The size was throwing me off since it didn’t coincide with what Rosa told me about them. However, she did say Brown Recluse spiders didn’t catch prey in webs...
<span style="font-weight:400">Did this web really belong to the spider I saw just now? Had I incorrectly jumped to conclusions here? Was that spider… maybe preying on a smaller spider and the food it captured?
<span style="font-weight:400">If this wasn’t its web… then I couldn’t say for sure whether it was really a Brown Recluse or not. The spider I saw just now may not rely on webs at all.
<span style="font-weight:400">Think, damn it, were there ever any other dangerous spiders Rosa mentioned that looked simr that I should be concerned about here?
<span style="font-weight:400">No… I couldn’t think of any dangerous ones she showed me that resembled the one I encountered just now.
<span style="font-weight:400">Wait, is it maybe not a dangerous one then?
<span style="font-weight:400">I thought back to the various spiders Rosa talked about including non-dangerous ones and my eyes lit up as I remembered one in particr that she brought up. I hadn’tmitted much of it to memory since it wasn’t a very dangerous one. A Huntsman Spider! That’s it! If I remember correctly, Rosa said they were often mistaken for Brown Recluse spiders but the easiest way to tell the difference was their size. The Huntsman Spider was muchrger than the Brown Recluse.
<span style="font-weight:400">My eyes lit up and I breathed out a long sigh of relief. Although it was still creepy how big it was, it wasn’t a spider I had to be majorly concerned about. Its venom wasn’t evenparable to a ck Widow let alone a Brown Recluse of all things.
<span style="font-weight:400">It probably ran away after being startled by the light I shone on it just now. It wasn’t out to get me at all.
<span style="font-weight:400">Once I understood it, it wasn’t nearly as scary anymore.
<span style="font-weight:400">Seriously though, a dangerous spider is way scarier than a stupid ghost.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ha… hahahaha… that could have been pretty bad.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I felt drained and exhausted from just that one little encounter. I was extremely thankful I had Rosa who was quite knowledgeable in this area. It came with being an assassin though. Knowing about dangerous poisonous insects and animals. Such poisons could be useful tools in their line of business after all.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’d definitely be sure to learn more from her in the future. Our rtionship started off with me teaching her things, but at some point, she started teaching me about all sorts of different things.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaaaaah. The world really is just one big circle.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I really want to just get out of here and leave. I’ve had enough of this gross castle.
<span style="font-weight:400">From outside the door, I suddenly heard the sound of echoing footsteps growing closer.
<span style="font-weight:400">Finally, they’re back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s about time you guys got back.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">There was no answer.
<span style="font-weight:400">But… the footsteps continued echoing outside the door.
<span style="font-weight:400">Were they trying to scare me or something?
<span style="font-weight:400">Should I try to turn the tables on them?
<span style="font-weight:400">“You guys aren’t fooling anyone. If you’re trying to scare me by staying quiet, it’s not going to work.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">The sound of echoing footsteps suddenly stopped.