Ding-ling-ling—
Along with the soft laughter, came various sounds of metal clashing.
It was the chandelier on the ceiling swaying in the breeze, causing the sound.
This strange atmosphere, Hilia was witnessing for the first time.
What made her more nervous was that as they gradually reached the center of the living room, no traps had attacked them yet.
This made her feel very uncomfortable.
The more traps failed to appear, the more fearful and anxious she became.
It's like walking alone at night, knowing there might be a dog ahead; the quieter the dog, the more tense you feel; if the dog barks, you're rather not afraid.
"This sixth floor is too strange."
Hilia looked around nervously.
Elina was close by, also nervously scanning the surroundings: "I would rather face endless traps and demons than stay in a place like this."
Hilia asked in a whisper: "Can you detect any traps here?"
