Welcome to the Rose Mansion - Chapter 109
Richelle had suspected that Becky Dustin was dead. Alan had confirmed it as well.
But to find her like this, in such a horrific state…
And her body was still warm…
Richelle clenched her cardigan tightly in her hands. An ominous feeling crept over her.
Was it truly a coincidence that Becky Dustin died on the very day they stormed the kitchen? Or could this have been an orchestrated event by someone?
There was no way to be sure of anything at that moment. Richelle closed her eyes tightly, then reopened them and approached Becky Dustin’s body.
Suppressing the trembling in her hands, she gently closed Becky’s eyes, which were still wide open in pain, and laid her twisted body straight. She then covered her with the cardigan.
Since the cardigan wasn’t very long, it only covered Becky’s upper body. Seeing this, Alan took off his own cardigan and covered her lower body.
The two of them stood by the corpse for a moment of silence.
“…Let’s go, Young Master Otis.”
“…Yeah.”
There was nothing more they could do for the deceased. With a heavy atmosphere, they turned to continue toward their destination.
“Young Master Otis.”
Before opening the iron door that led to the refrigeration room, Richelle looked back at Alan. There was clear tension in her eyes.
“Before we go in, I need to tell you something. Inside, there are various types of meat hanging, and among them…”
Her lips trembled, unable to finish the sentence. The horrific image of Becky Dustin’s mutilated body flashed in her mind, and her stomach churned with nausea.
Alan watched Richelle carefully, noticing her small tremors. He placed his hand over hers on the doorknob.
“I can guess what’s inside. It’s alright, let’s go in.”
In the cold air of the refrigeration room, the warmth from their hands felt even more comforting. Alan subtly positioned himself in front of Richelle, shielding her view as he led the way.
“…”
Soon, Alan’s steps faltered.
‘He’s seen it. Those grotesque things hanging from the ceiling.’
As Richelle tried to turn her head, Alan blocked her path.
“Don’t look.”
He gently pulled her head to rest against his shoulder.
“There’s no need for you to go through this.”
Richelle thought she should have been the one to cover his eyes. But maybe she was just too exhausted. Or perhaps it was because Alan’s firm shoulder felt so comforting. She relaxed and nodded silently.
“Oh, you’re back?”
A voice suddenly interrupted their brief moment of respite. Richelle and Alan simultaneously looked toward the back of the refrigeration room.
The man they had seen before, still tightly bound in thorny vines, was struggling to lift his head.
“I blacked out for a bit there. So, what happened with the chef?”
“…Is that the person you wanted to introduce me to?” Alan asked skeptically.
Richelle squeezed his hand in response and stepped forward.
“The chef melted and turned into jelly.”
“As expected. So, what did you do with the jelly?”
“We put it in a bucket and brought it.”
“Hahaha!”
The man laughed wildly, his entire body convulsing. Even as the thorns dug deeper into his flesh, he seemed unfazed, his behavior that of a madman.
Alan, frowning, pushed Richelle behind him.
“Who are you, really?”
“Oh, you mean me?”
The man finally stopped laughing and coughed a few times, letting his head drop. He seemed tired.
“Before anything, I’d recommend finishing off the chef. If he’s turned into jelly, it’ll take a long time for him to recover, but you don’t want to fight that monster again, do you? This is your chance to deal with him for good.”
“There’s a way to finish him off completely?”
Richelle’s voice rose in alarm. Could it be that the battle wasn’t over?
The man responded in a casual tone.
“Don’t worry. It’s quite simple. In the kitchen, you’ll find purplish flames. Put them all out. Those flames are the source of the chef’s power.”
“How do you know that?” Alan asked, his face sharpening with suspicion.
The man let out another laugh.
“You still think I’m trying to trick you? You barely survived, thanks to my advice.”
“Of course you’re suspicious…!”
“Oh, I get it. Yes, of course, of course. Well then, why don’t you come over here and take a look? Look closely at what’s stuck in my heart.”
The man, babbling like someone who had lost his mind, squirmed and thrust his chest forward. Richelle gasped as she saw what was embedded in his chest.
A lush Bertrand rose was growing from the man’s heart.
“You see? As you can tell, this is the state I’m in. All I need now is death and revenge on that monster chef.”
“What in the world happened to you…?”
“I’ll tell you everything once the chef is dealt with. Now go. I’ll be waiting here. Not that I have anywhere to run.”
