“Fresh Chestnut! Chestnut Kernel!”
When none of the names received an answer, he began shouting every kind of chestnut he could imagine.
Before he summoned every Creature in the mansion, I hurried outside.
“Sweet Chestnut… oh!”
Kwak Hanmuk had cupped both hands around his mouth like a megaphone. When he saw me, he started forward, then stopped.
Remaining at a distance, he suspiciously looked me up and down.
I raised the lantern close to my face.
“It’s me.”
But Kwak Hanmuk’s suspicion did not disappear easily.
“Question. What was the Trial Blue Thunder and Chestnut Kernel closed previously?”
“…Why am I Chestnut Kernel now?”
“Answer.”
“…….”
Kwak Hanmuk was indulging in pointless suspicion.
Some Creatures in the mansion could imitate voices, but none could copy appearances.
And where had the new nickname Chestnut Kernel even come from?
Swallowing a sigh, I answered,
“DZD. .”
“Hmm. It really is Sweet Chestnut.”
Only then did Kwak Hanmuk stroll toward me.
I looked up at him and asked,
“Did anything happen?”
“It did.”
I looked at him in alarm, but instead of explaining, he asked another question.
“Did you kill many cleaners?”
“Only about six so far….”
Halfway through my…