The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"By the way, Davis. Although I said before that it's a 'friend' of mine, it's best not to run into it alone."

"When monsters are around, this 'friend' is undoubtedly reliable. It will prioritize dealing with any filth it sees, but if there are no such things around... it won't hesitate to attack you as well."

Clearly, she has a deep understanding of the Grey Knights' way of thinking.

From this guy's perspective, all the survivors have entered this "demon's lair," which is undoubtedly a potential threat of corruption and urgently needs to be purified.

Its ultimate goal is to wipe out the entire mansion; the choice of targets is merely a matter of order.

"……I see."

Hearing Fran's description, Davis's brow, which had just relaxed slightly, furrowed again.

Introducing a new threat to counterbalance others... is this Dr. Fran's strategy?

Therefore, it's perhaps best that this strategically significant mansion model appears in her bedroom. No one else, regardless of who gets their hands on the dollhouse, could possibly contribute more than she could.

“Teacher Fran, is this the ‘corruption’ you mentioned before? Judging from its wounds, it must have had contact with that knight as well.”

Tames clearly noticed the mud-covered humanoid figure wandering in the side hallway and then asked Fran a question.

　SouSuo: °々Lin〔⌒〕⊙岓辘九疑♂叁＝” “Yes.”

Fran raised his eyebrows slightly and focused his attention on the monster made of filth.

Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly realized that the corrupt's actions were a bit strange... from aimless wandering to a kind of search with inexplicable patterns.

It's like following some kind of trail.

In addition, it has an extra, partially dissolved nose on its "face".

"Oh... that guy gained a 'sense of smell.' From whom did he take it, Ghosn?"

Fran made a rather amused guess.

She had discovered that the traces "corruption" was searching for were the scents she had left behind in the mansion when she had been circling around with Krull.

Although the reason is still unknown, there is no doubt that... this guy is much more interested in me than others.

"It can actually gain senses by consuming the limbs of the dead?"

Tames pursed her lips slightly, her eyes showing some frustration.

"I should have poured gasoline on Ghosn and burned him..."

Hearing her words, Davis, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but feel a little horrified.

Dr. Fran carrying various instruments could be somewhat justified as a professional necessity, but for a lawyer to carry gasoline... isn't that a bit over the top? Or does he actually have some misunderstanding about the legal profession?

"But what exactly is it that it used to attract me with its 'flavor'?"

Fran wanted to lift up his sleeve to smell it, but suddenly remembered that he was wearing the silk gauze dress of Hanover's daughter, not a doctor's coat... so he had no sleeves and no smell of medicine or osmanthus.

Seeing her movement, Tames leaned down slightly, keenly catching a faint, leisurely scent in the air.

Her gaze swept over Fran's gauze skirt and the snow-white stockings covering her legs, finally settling on the pair of round-soled leather shoes.

They were a pair of well-fitting and exquisite Mary Jane shoes, with delicate straps tied at the ankles and lifelike white silk flowers adorning the sides.

"Dr. Fran, it smells like 'jasmine'."

Tames spoke with a certain certainty.

From this, Tames sensed the latent threat posed by Fran's room.

The effects appearing in the other people's rooms all carried direct danger: the nightmare in Davis's room, the doll in Father Ghosn's room, and the bronze statue in his own room that could seal people inside.

But the effects of Fran's room seemed to have only reverted her to a childlike state, and the dollhouse in her bedroom helped her avoid danger. The situation she encountered in this mansion... was far too "safe."

But if the price of all this is that the corrupt monster will keep chasing her, then it all makes a lot of sense.

In fact, Davis had just suspected that the silk flowers on the shoes were the source of the aura.

However, his relationship with Fran was rather distant, and they could only be considered casual acquaintances formed by chance... so it was impossible for him to bend down to confirm the source of the aura.

"That's it."

A hint of contemplation flashed in Fran's amber eyes.

"If corruption only seeks the scent of the silk flowers on these shoes, then perhaps it also has ways of being exploited..."

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In the priest's prayer room, Krull weakly closed the door and leaned against the wall, panting heavily with lingering fear.

Although his lungs had already been used for soup, breathing was completely meaningless to him. The reason he did this was probably driven by a lingering instinct within this body…

Without a doubt, the knight's armor he faced was just an ordinary piece of steel.

But beneath that steel sheet lurked a monstrous "ghost." He was fierce yet cautious, never missing an opportunity to attack, but also leaving no openings.

Even in close combat, I couldn't touch it even once.

Even the only injury the opponent sustained was due to fatigue wear caused by the armor being unable to withstand the high-intensity movements.

"The armor in the mansion is just decoration; I even watched it being moved into a side hall several years ago. It shouldn't be being moved at all..."

Krull was thinking in a somewhat confused state.

Even he himself didn't realize that his thoughts were in a strange, mixed state. On one hand, there were scattered fragments of self-awareness of "Krull," but on the other hand, it seemed as if another person's memories were mixed in.

Krull's brain was also removed for food preparation; he now relies solely on his tainted spirit to maintain even the most basic level of thought, having lost the ability to think deeply.

Why am I working as a cook in this mansion? Why use humans as ingredients for meals? Why force others... to eat their own flesh?

Once self-doubt arises in his mind, the chain of thought breaks completely, and forgetting follows.

"hiss……"

Krull felt the dark sludge churning within him, slowly repairing his damaged wounds from the inside out. The flesh ripped open by the sword and halberd sprouted anew, and rotten, decaying flesh emerged from within, filling the empty shell.

"I must find that knight and shatter his iron shell completely. And that woman... she must die too!"

"I want to use her head, with its eyes wide open, to adorn the plate of the main course at the banquet..."

He clenched his teeth so hard they almost broke.

Although Krull was undoubtedly a defeated loser fleeing in disarray at this moment, he did indeed glimpse the hope of defeating that armor.

That guy's steel body couldn't withstand prolonged high-intensity combat movements and was gradually showing signs of damage.

He even personally witnessed the sutures and pins at the joints of the other party's armor plate break.

The knight's armor cannot repair itself, but Krull can gradually recover from his injuries and even grow new limbs... With this ebb and flow, the knight will eventually perish due to the increasingly unbearable wear and tear.

As long as there's enough time to kill...

"Boom, boom."

Just then, a light and crisp knocking sound rang out.

The sudden sound made Krull tremble violently. Even though he was the monster spreading fear in the mansion, he still couldn't suppress the shivering in his body.

Did the knight find me?

No, it's impossible.

That guy's guiding principle is "efficiency." If he really knew I was in the room, he would probably just break down the door and start attacking. There's absolutely no way he would knock on the door to warn me.

But... who is knocking on the door?

Krull had thought he was no longer afraid, but at this moment, he did hesitate about whether to open the door.

The next moment, the door to the prayer room was pushed open. Fran walked in, carrying a candle and smiling.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Krull.”

She glanced at Krull's legs, which were supported by rotting flesh, but her businesslike smile remained unchanged.

"It seems you've tried some unreliable folk remedies to treat your leg. I wonder how the recovery is going? Would you like to come to my clinic for a course of treatment?"

"It's you!"

Krull let out a roar that was almost like that of a wild beast.

The rage and fury that had been suppressed were now boiling over again, and all he could think about was tearing the person in front of him to pieces.

"Hmm... attacking a doctor is a serious offense, it's illegal, you know?"

Seeing Krull about to charge, Fran didn't hesitate, took out Haida's pistol and pulled the trigger three times in succession.

With a sudden gunshot, four 8mm steel-core bullets landed precisely on his left knee, severing the newly formed joint from the middle.

As his center of gravity suddenly lost its balance, Krull uncontrollably fell to the ground.

...It must be said that Sister Heda's secret bullets are indeed very effective against these derivative evil spirits. It's just a pity that the entire magazine only has 12 rounds, and counting the three shots just now, I've already used 7 bullets.

I should have taken another set of magazines from her waist when we were at the library ruins, but unfortunately I didn't think of that at the time.

"Damn it! Damn it! I'm going to turn you into sashimi..."

Krull crawled on the ground with all his might, and the broken section of his leg continued to gush filth as malice surged forth.

But soon, he saw another person blocking his way.

It's Attorney Tames.

She gently adjusted her dark black coat, making the burgundy business suit underneath fit her body better.

“Mr. Krull… In the law of the mortal world, death is the final judgment. You are no longer alive, and in principle, you are no longer required to accept judgment.”

“But the commandments I follow also apply to the deceased.”

Tames looked down at the person on the ground, her eyes filled with emotionless indifference.

"Being forced to eat a corpse when the jar is empty and the cup is dry, although it may be considered sacrilege, can be seen as a necessary emergency measure. But killing and eating a fellow traveler while they are still alive is an undeniable crime."

"However, I have not verified or investigated your life experiences, so I will not make any further judgments."

On her way to find Krull, she learned about the events on the Fenrir from Davis and understood the background of the story.

Of course, that's only Davis's side of the story. Even if Tames can determine that he wasn't lying, she can't just make a hasty judgment based on that alone.

It was only when she saw the monstrous creature filled with filth that she came to a complete conclusion.

"Krull, you have now completely fallen into corruption, your heart filled only with the evil thought of taking other people's lives, and you have attacked others more than once..."

"You are no longer allowed to remain in the world of the living."

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Chapter 54 A Feast for the Senses [The Ghost Mansion]

As Tames delivered her verdict to Krull, she subtly imbued the surrounding area with a spiritual aura, gradually transforming the place into her own domain.

If it were within the courtroom that materialized from her own room, the process would be swift and pleasant. To her, the "courtroom" possessed a certain sanctuary-like quality, enhancing her spellcasting abilities.

But as for Yi's room in the priest's room... well, that can only be done slowly.

Lin: "You keep calling people 'sinners' and 'dead,' spouting nonsense... Did you catch some kind of hysteria while reciting the law?"

Krull let out a disdainful sneer at her verdict.

As time passed and midnight deepened, he could feel the power surging within him growing stronger. The limb that Fran had just severed with a gunshot was now being replaced by new, decaying flesh.

"I'm standing right in front of you, alive and well, when..."

"...Dead?"

As Ikrull finished speaking, he suddenly paused, as if stunned. Then his expression began to twist strangely.

4. At some point, Fran took out his brass pocket watch and gently swung it by the chain.

Third, the mental disturbance caused by this relic interfered with the insurance mechanism within Krull's mind, making it impossible to completely reset his mind through forgetting as before.

"You mean... I'm already dead?"

His voice was broken and intermittent, as if he were in a state of unprecedented confusion.

Death is the ultimate fear that exists in the hearts of all living beings—cold, void, and inescapable. Under the sudden surge of fear, the smoldering resentment in Krull's chest also cooled abruptly.

Tames turned to look at Fran, and after understanding her intention, added a sentence.

"Krull, why don't you take a closer look at yourself? Can you still call yourself 'alive' in your current state?"