Chapter 466.<h4><b>Chapter 466. An Exciting Night with Two Girls Outside the City: The Alleged Haunted Castle. (9/10)</b></h4>
<span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria seemed just as nervous, understanding there was no time to escape. Her heart was simrly racing. I could feel it through her chest glued to my back. Whenever she exhaled out, her warm breath rolled down my back. All we could do was stick close to the wall. If they passed by us and spotted us, we knew we’d have to get the jump on them.
<span style="font-weight:400">Without warning, their footsteps ceased, their chatter had abruptly cut off, and the light from around the corner disappeared.
<span style="font-weight:400">Had they… noticed something off?
<span style="font-weight:400">I held my breath and clenched my hand into a fist. What if they were silently closing in on us right now? If that was the case, we’d lost the little advantage we had and the tables had been turned. Which meant making a break for it and running was now the best option.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Big brother, run away. I’ll… distract them and buy you some time to find an escape.” Wisteria whispered anxiously.
<span style="font-weight:400">I shook my head and refused.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Big brother, don’t be stubborn, just go. I’ll be fine. I’m used to dangerous situations. You’ll be a hindrance.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I squatted down.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing? Hurry up and go. I don’t want big brother to get hurt.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I ignored her, picked up a pebble from the ground, and threw it down the passage directly across from us.
<span style="font-weight:400">If they were approaching, they wouldn’t be able to see the pebble I tossed without their shlight on. If they heard it from the opposite side they might first check that direction when they reached this junction. That small opening would give us an advantage if we had to get the jump on them.
<span style="font-weight:400">However… a minute passed by and the duo never appeared. What the hell was going on? Were they lurking right around the corner waiting for us to check?
<span style="font-weight:400">Since they’d been in the dark for a while now and their eyes had likely adapted to the dark, we might be able to take advantage of them waiting for us. I quietly retrieved my phone from my pocket.
<span style="font-weight:400">I held it up to Wisteria, pointed at the shlight button on the screen, my eyes, then around the corner. She could see my gestures thanks to the little bit of illumination from my phone’s screen.
<span style="font-weight:400">It seemed she understood my intent as she nodded back at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">I held up three fingers and pointed in the direction of the passage we heard the duo from. On the count of three, we sh to blind and get the jump on them. If they’re unaffected, we turn tail and make a run for it.
<span style="font-weight:400">She nodded again.
<span style="font-weight:400">I opened up an app I’d downloaded a while back on my phone. It could turn the shlight on my phone into a strobe light. I’d originally downloaded it for the time with Malory thinking of using it if I found myself in a simrly dangerous situation at night. I never ended up in a position where it was needed, but I was d I’d taken such a precaution and was thankful I hadn’t deleted it.
<span style="font-weight:400">A strobe effect was more effective at stunning someone than a single sudden bright sh of light.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I held three fingers up again Wisteria released me and prepared herself.
<span style="font-weight:400">Three…
<span style="font-weight:400">I bent my ring finger down.
<span style="font-weight:400">Two…
<span style="font-weight:400">My middle finger.
<span style="font-weight:400">One…
<span style="font-weight:400">The instant my index finger descended I rounded the corner with my phone’s shlight shing rapidly on the brightest setting as Wisteria took three long strides down the passage before she froze in ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">It wasn’t just her, I’d simrly locked up in shock.
<span style="font-weight:400">Why did the two of us instantly freeze? Were guns pointed directly at our heads?
<span style="font-weight:400">No.
<span style="font-weight:400">There were no guns to be found.
<span style="font-weight:400">Nor was there… anyone there at all.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was just an empty passage.
<span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria turned back to me as she obstructed her eyes with her right hand and asked quizzically, “Where’d they... go?”
<span style="font-weight:400">My hand holding my phone dropped down as I was simrly dumbfounded.
<span style="font-weight:400">Were they nning to ambush us from behind?
<span style="font-weight:400">Panicked, I spun around in a flurry and shed the strobe light down each passage. There wasn’t anyone.
<span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria opened her mouth again and asked, “Do you think… everything we heard just now was a hallucination?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I mean… it’s not... impossible… but…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I think it’s unlikely.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can you remember word for word their first exchange?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“One clicked their tongue and said ‘What a waste of time, there wasn’t anythin in the castle.’ The other person responded back, ‘Yeah, Doc’s definitely losin it.’”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Those are the exact words I heard too. If it was simply a few sounds we heard, we might be able to write it off as a hallucination, but for us to hear the exact same lines word for word, it’s doubtful it was a hallucination.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“True… but if it wasn’t a hallucination, what did we hear just now? Were they maybe… uh… ghosts?” She peeked over her shoulder to check behind her and sounded strangely nervous.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ghosts? As if.” I rolled my eyes. I mean, I saw the two earlier in the flesh. There was no way those two were ghosts, right?
<span style="font-weight:400">But as it stood… the way they disappeared into thin air did make it seem as if they really were ghosts.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We shouldn’t dilly dally. We got lucky this time, but if there is a next time, who knows whether we’ll be as lucky.” I started to walk down the passage and turned the strobe effect on my shlight off.
<span style="font-weight:400">If they had taken a detour around, this direction would likely be the safest and would actually be the least likely for us to bump into them. Unless… they’d forgotten something and doubled back to the castle without us hearing them.
<span style="font-weight:400">But since they came from this direction, it meant there was likely an exit close by. It was best to move around with the shlight off. I could still see even without it thanks to Wisteria after all. When I passed by Wisteria’s side and was about topletely turn the shlight off, Wisteria tightly hugged my right arm.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… can’t you... just leave the shlight on?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why? If they double backed to the castle and notice a light approaching from behind them we’ll definitely be discovered.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh… but…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Isn’t it hard for you? You’re probably having a hard time moving around in the dark, right? I mean, I’m a super cool professional assassin who’s used to moving in the dark of night who’s uh... not afraid of the dark at all, AT ALL, okay? But you’re just a normal guy who isn’t a super cool professional assassin like me, so it must be like SUPER scary and hard for you to move around in the dark.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She sounded like a little child trying to clumsily convince her parents they were the ones scared of the dark when it was really her scared.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wisteria.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“W-What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Despite being an assassin, are you afraid of the dark?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m... not afraid…” Her grip on my arm tightened defensively.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Great, then there’s no need for the shlight.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Y-You don’t need to hold back, I know you’re afraid, big brother, so feel free to just use the shlight.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I turned into her, positioned my right hand behind her waist, then ced my left hand on the back of her head and pulled her head close to my chest.
<span style="font-weight:400">“W-What’re you doing? Were you so scared you needed to hug me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She was a bit too cute and I couldn’t resist the urge to tease her a little to forget about the somewhat dangerous situation we were currently in. “Yeah, I’m so afraid, but since I have my brave little sister with me who’s not afraid of the dark at all, I’m sure I can endure it if she leads the way.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“L-Lead… the way?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, since I’m so afraid.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is there something wrong?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Stop… bullying me… big brother.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What do you mean?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m… uh…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hearing... unfamiliar voices in the dark… not being able to see who it is… it’s scary…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re… not going tough or make fun of me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But I’m a failure of an assassin who’s secretly afraid of the dark... Isn’t it… pathetic?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Who cares? Everyone has something they’re afraid of.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But I’m an assassin. I don’t even fear death… yet... I’m afraid of the dark…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You seemed fine earlier though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve been trying to get used to it… for a long time…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Big brother…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“This isn’t fair.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What isn’t fair?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That you know what I’m afraid of and I don’t know what you’re afraid of. What are you afraid of?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry to disappoint but I’m not afraid of anything in particr though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Liar, you just said everyone has something they’re afraid of. There must be something. What is it? Or is it… you don’t trust me enough to tell your little sister?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… well, I suppose there is something I might be afraid of.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There is? What is it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My adorable little sister who’s afraid of the dark suddenly dying at some time and ce unknown to me when she’s out on a mission. That thought is quite scary.”