Trashes of the Counts' Families || Trash of the Count's Family || OC

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Choi Han stared at them, his eyes wide, his pupils shaking. "What the—." His voice died in a second as the click of a door opening suddenly became apparent. 

Priest Bede came in, noticing the disrupted look on the beggar-looking man's face. "You can enter the room now. The person— or people— putting their life on the line just needs to raise their hand once inside the room for Priest-nim."

Cale smiled at the Priest. "Thank you. We understand."

Priest Bede tilted his head in confusion. Adara and her friend seemed to be relaxed and confident, while the third one— the beggar-looking one— seemed extremely confused and anxious. He had no idea what was going on, but seeing as the beggar-looking one wasn't putting his life on the line and he trusted Adara, he had no business wanting to find out.

Adara walked to the door as if this was her house, before stopping as her hand was on the doorknob. Cale turned behind them to look back at Choi Han. They were standing close, their shoulders touching as they watched Choi Han. "Hard to believe?" Cale asked.

Choi Han struggled for an answer as his mind ran with thoughts. He said he trusted Adara and Cale, but he could not trust their words. How could they not know? How did it make any sense? How— His thoughts were broken off when he heard Adara's words.

"I understand."

The words were simple, the tone normal. But when Choi Han looked up, he saw her eyes. They were staring at him, they were sad. And deep, as if he could fall through them and never come back. But she looked relaxed, smiling at him. "Shall we go in?"

He didn't know what else he could do but nod.

They pushed open the pale white door and Choi Han followed behind them. The room was completely white. The chair was white, the table, the walls, the robes of Priest Aron. The only thing that wasn't white in the room was the cloth covering his mouth and ears as he sat at the white table.

Noticing Adara, Priest Aron smiled. He signed a few gestures to her. Cale turned to look at Adara, seeing that she smiled back, bowing as she did some similar gestures back. She then put her hand up along with Cale, showing that they would be putting their lives on the line. Priest Aron frowned. Sending Adara a few quick gestures. Adara shook her head at what he said, countering back with quicker gestures. The Deaf Priest seemed to be defeated and pointed to the three chairs by the table.

Adara sat in the middle, across from Priest Aron, Cale sat on her right while Choi Han sat on her left. Priest Aron pushed the three pieces of paper towards them. She knew exactly what stood on the paper without having to look at it, but she did anyway.

[For the people who are putting their lives on the line, the Hand of the God of Death will touch the one who came with you. Once that happens, you can say your vow. Should you break your vow, Death awaits you.]

She tried to contain the viscous smile that was coming quickly up her lips. Well, we all know where I got my viciousness from. I can't imagine what the Nobles' faces look like when they read this. She looked up to look at Choi Han, who was pale, his eyes darting across the words over and over again as his hands shook. Maybe something a little like that.

As soon as they put the papers back on the table, Priest Aron lifted his hands in the way Cage had done before. Small vibrations filled the air as they had then, the eerie sound echoing around them. The room started to shake. Black smoke started to form around Priest Aron. It then surrounded both Choi Han and Cale while engulfing Adara. Though it felt less like she was choking. The smoke made a connection between the three of them with a thread made of the smoke.