I Found a Hole in my Yard. It Might Be a Dungeon, but That’s Now my Garbage Dump Chapter 49: The Tea Brewed is Warm

[Well, here we are.]

The old man stopped sowhere.

In the end, Louise followed the old man, procrastinating on making her decision.

[This place is?]

Louise tried looking around and getting so information, but the light from the old mans flashlight kept on obstructing her eyesight from adapting to the dark.

There was no sign that they had entered a room, so it seed that she had been led to so empty space.

[This is just a little storage area We have so chairs and a table over there.]

Approaching the place indicated by the old mans light, almost groping her way in that direction, sure enough, Louise found a set of cheap-looking plastic chairs and a table.

[It may be a bit cramped for the long-legged Foreigner-san, but please sit down and wait. Im going to make us so tea. Ill leave the flashlight here for you.]

And so, forcing Louise to sit in an ill-fitting chair, the old man turned to leave in the darkness.

[However, are you alright with your footing, moving around in the dark?]

Louise called out, trying to confirm if the old man had really gone.

[What, dont worry. This place is like my own yard.]

She heard such a reply from the old man from a distance.

(Now then What should I do?)

Alone, Louise finally had enough ti to look at her situation objectively.

She was caught up in that strange old mans pace.

I dont like this darkness. It feels repulsive.

When she put it into words, she beca aware of it once again.

This darkness is repulsive.

Operatives like Louise are trained to operate at night and in dark places.

Night and dark rooms are dark, quiet, and being a place where your opponent is deprived of vision and one could play one-sidedly with your opponent, they were a perfect battlefield for silent killing, and they have been trained to fight in such battlefields.

So, by nature, the darkness of the nights and dark rooms should be a field in which Louise excels.

However, sothing is different about this sickening darkness.

Its as if there is sothing lurking around her.

Its as if that sothing is crawling all over the walls.

Its as if sothing irreversible would happen the mont she turns off the flashlight on the table.

She felt as if the mont she shines the flashlight on the ceiling, she may end up seeing sothing that she cant recover from

Fear, akin to paranoia, is restraining her actions as an operative.

Her reasoning knows what she should do.

She must act now.

She may have taken a detour, but shes sure that she had drawn closer to the central do. Calculating from the distance she had walked, its possible that she had already entered that do.

The Dream Machine, the objective of her mission, may be very close by.

(The question is, what should I do with this old man?)

She could either shoot him dead or ignore him and leave.

For the ti being, would the old mans activities be greatly impeded if she took his flashlight with her?

Thinking of this though, she changed her mind. She wouldnt want him to tip her existence to the security out of kindness when he finds out that she disappeared.

At the very least, he would need to be neutralized.

Fortunately, she still had all the .22-caliber bullets left in the small pistol hidden in her back.

It was probably too much for the small, old man though.

[Tea is ready.]

Suddenly hearing the call from behind her, Louise turned around, hiding her astonishnt.

The old man, faintly illuminated by the flashlight on the table, had brought a tray of tea, but she didnt hear his footsteps or even feel his presence.

[Co, here you go. Would Foreigner-san want to drink coffee instead of tea? We do have them, but theyre only instant coffee]

[No, please dont mind .]

The old man, placing a paper cup on the table, sips his tea leisurely, saying They sure are finding it rough to bring back the light huh.

Louise also had no choice but to sip her hot tea, when she suddenly thought of sothing and thought of ntioning it.

[Grandpa, how did you boil the water for this tea? The power is out, isnt it?]

[Ahh, we have a gas water heater here. In tis like this, old equipnt is more convenient.]

[An old water heater in a newly built facility? In a place that isnt a break room?]

[Fumu Is that strange?]

[Yes, it unfortunately is.]

Louise took off her mild-mannered foreigner mask and quickly drew her pistol, a natural ruthless smile on her lips.

[Fuhii]

The old man who had the gun pointed at him, his head still looking down, started wheezing like a sick man who could no longer breathe due to asthma.

It seed to be the old mans way of laughing.

Louise kept pointing her gun silently at him without letting her guard down.

Finally, the old man, who had been making strange breathing noises for at least a minute, slowly looked up.

[Good gracious, even when I beco old, I shouldnt be so careless huh]

She doesnt know if it was because of the darkness surrounding them or not, but Louise felt like the old mans eyes, looking back at her, were like black holes, reflecting nothing at all.