Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 546 - 546 547 Home of Lucy

?Chapter 546: Chapter 547: “Home” of Lucy Chapter 546: Chapter 547: “Home” of Lucy Crown Street, at the edge of the Upper City District of Light Breeze Harbor, there lay a mansion shrouded in mystery at its deepest end—number 99 Crown Street.

This was a distinctive three-story building with a pointed roof that bore the strong architectural hallmarks of the northern City-States, in stark contrast to the elf-style houses commonly seen in Light Breeze Harbor. It featured a dark roof coupled with a striking white façade, and towering windows with intricate patterns and solemn lines. The mansion was flanked by spacious gardens that were quite rare in the City-State, planted with all sorts of bizarre plants and shrubs that nearly no one could name.

Many knew of the mansion’s existence, yet almost no one knew its details, for its owner rarely appeared in public. On ordinary days, only a few silent servants tended the garden and the house, and when night fell, as the lights within the mansion lit up, some eerily terrifying shadows would appear in those lights—
Some insisted they saw the servants, who maintained the house by day, shedding their human skins at night to become creaking puppets and tin men, moving back and forth throughout the house. Others claimed they were drawn to inexplicable whispers when passing near the estate and later found themselves inexplicably transported elsewhere. There were even those who said they had seen the plants in the mansion’s front yard turn into dark thorns that enveloped the first floor of the entire house in an instant as the sun set, resembling a prison.

From there, a myriad of bizarre rumors spread. In some of the wildest speculations, gossips alleged the house imprisoned the resentful spirit of a lady, and a curse from the mansion’s basement had transformed its original servants—turning them into tin men and puppets without consciousness or memory when night descended.

However, these tales were eventually proven to be nothing more than the odd flights of fancy of overwrought bystanders—and in the City-State upon the Endless Sea, similar gossip and speculation were always in abundance.

The aberrations and corruption brought by nightfall made people nervous and prone to seeing the mouth of a windy cave or an empty house with strange noises as dens harbouring impurities in the darkness. The protectors of the City-State dealt with many reports involving Transcendent matters each day, and inevitably, there were such “false alarms” from overstressed nerves—generally, as long as this state of tension did not cross the boundary of “psychic pollution,” there’d be no problem.

After all, mere anxiety wasn’t enough to truly “create” anything in the darkness; it was much better for citizens to remain vigilant than to have no response when genuine Transcendent contamination actually occurred.

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