Under the eyes of all those who cared enough, Cyril was led through the hallways of the castle and upstairs.
The staff mber who led him wasn't the one Atheris and Tigris traumatized, but they still looked at him with hostile eyes.
Perhaps his preferential treatnt thus far earned him the scorn of most staff mbers.
"Or maybe those two were like mascots of local staff mbers, and we earned everyone's wrath by hurting them."
"Could be any reason."
I guess so.
Cyril walked without any fear. In fact, he was beginning to look forward to how this room would look.
Mixed among the spectators were a few upperclassn as well. Their eyes were filled with wonder, curious how the first-year managed to earn himself the infamous punishnt.
Eventually, Cyril was led to one of the many abandoned halls of the academy. Their castle was colossal in size, but there were only so many people capable of enrolling here. This led to a sizeable area of it remaining vacant or repurposed by certain professors as their playground, or, as so would prefer the term, laboratory.
Despite its abandoned state, the floors here were free of dust. The marble reflected Cyril's figure as he was led to a particular door in the corner.
It was heavy, made of tal, and covered with chains. Its style differed from all the luxury around, seeming like sothing straight out of a murderer's house.
But, as a saving grace perhaps, soone had written 'Room of Reflection' on it in a fancy cursive with a purple marker, adding a cute bow in the end as well.
Seems like Margaret's creation...
One of the staff mbers ca over and pulled open the door with a nervous face. The heavy creak of the doors rang out in the hallway, silencing all the discussions nearby.
As it fully opened, a pathway into darkness was revealed, with nothing inside visible. It almost looked like a portal into so other realm.
"Now, go in."
"Are you sure? Maybe we need another talk with Margaret..."
No.
Cyril calmly stepped inside, his body disappearing from the sight of all the spectators.
Imdiately the door closed on its own with a heavy bang. No sound ca from the inside.
The spectators observed for a few minutes more, but as nothing else happened, they all started to disperse in boredom.
Only a few still kept vigil. Soone even pulled out books to pass the ti. Many were curious about this door.
Rose set up a little camp for herself near the window. She brought a few books and two small chairs.
She calmly set everything up and called out to Myra, who still stood right near the door.
"Don't worry so much. It's simply impossible for it to be anything dangerous. We are still students."
"I'll stand here for now. I'm fine."
"...As you wish." Rose shook her head, helpless.
She then glanced at another girl still staying nearby. It was a brown-haired, brown-eyed girl she t in that zoo. She didn't rember her na, but she left so impression on her.
For so reason the girl was holding a bag of at snacks.
Rose frowned at her. Then, without saying hello, she sat on the chair and opened one of the books.
Supporting Myra to be here is one thing, but she won't lose out on study because of it.
As Rose looked away, the brown-haired girl subtly glanced in her direction. The girl's eyes were remarkably calm, not a single emotion discernible within. Before she could be noticed, her glance moved back to the door, quickly becoming filled with concern.
...
In total darkness, Cyril made a few steps forward and stopped.
This room was completely silent, with not a single source of noise. He heard his own heartbeat clearer than ever.
"The temperature of the air is also the sa as that of a human body..."
Cyril stood for a few minutes, waiting for anything to happen, but nothing did.
"...Is this it? You just sit in a dark room and reflect on your actions?"
"I can't believe they made look forward to this-"
A bright light suddenly blinded Cyril, making him shield his eyes.
When his vision recovered, he discovered himself in the center of a stone room with grey walls.
Behind him was the door he entered from, still there.
But on the other end of the room, the wall was completely covered in mirrors, reflecting all.
His figure stared back at him from within, seemingly nothing different in it.
"Ah, sorry for the delay. I turned it on. Almost forgot about this..." A familiar female voice ca from sowhere in the room.
"Just sit here for... four hours. Alright, I am done. If you need anything, I won't hear it, bye!"
Just as quickly as it appeared, the voice disappeared, silence returning once more.
"She won't hear anything? ...What if soone here needs to go to the toilet?"
"Ah!" As if a crucial piece of the puzzle was put into place, Rhamn's face lit up with realization.
"Maybe that's why those who were here keep it to themselves! What an embarrassnt!"
Cyril sighed, rubbing his temples. Feeling sowhat helpless but also curious, he walked up to the most obvious feature of this room, the mirrors.
The young man with blond hair looked back, his blue eyes sowhat cold.
Cyril looked at himself left and right, up and down, but didn't notice anything different.
"Still handso."
He crossed his arms and began waiting, staring at his reflection in suspicion.
...If it was who made it, I would make the reflection co alive to tornt whoever ends up here.
"Sa. Maybe like an internal... enemy they need to defeat." Rhamn nodded in complete agreent.
Cyril glanced at her for a second and froze.
Rhamn's presence was sothing he grew completely used to. Even when she appears in weird places, he no longer thinks much of it. Perhaps that's why he can sotis ignore her figure.
"...!"
He looked back at the mirror, but this ti not at his reflection, but at Rhamn's.
The mind-numbingly beautiful woman looked back at him with an ominous smirk. Those red eyes shone bright, with a malicious glint to them that made it seem like they hid all the evils of the world behind them.
It was a being filled with pure darkness, incapable of caring for anything other than itself.
He gave a quiet sigh of relief.
Nothing unusual. That's just your normal look.
"Hey! I am not evil! I'm not!" Rhamn stomped on the ground, pouting.
As Cyril stared into the mirror, a frown settled on his face.
Rhamn's reflection didn't follow her movents.
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