The Devil Judge [BL Version]

Chapter 11: Whispers of the Enigmatic Mansion

With a determined stride, Ga-on ventured through the corridor, curiosity guiding his steps. The mansion held secrets, and he was determined to uncover them, even if it meant defying Yo-Han's orders.

As he moved through the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps faltered at the sight of a nearby door. It was locked, its surface seemingly holding the promise of untold stories. Ga-on's fingers brushed the doorknob, his mind racing with questions about what lay beyond.

Before he could act on his impulse, a voice, cold and stern, cut through the air. "I suggest you return to your room, Mr. Ga-on."

Ga-on turned to find the stoic housekeeper, her gaze fixed upon him with an unwavering intensity. His hand retreated from the doorknob, a mixture of surprise and guilt coloring his features.

"I was just..." Ga-on started, his voice trailing off as he searched for an explanation.

Ga-on's gaze met the housekeeper's as her words hung in the air, her offer carrying an undertone of whimsy. "If you wish, I can make you sleep like a sleeping beauty," she said, no glint of mischief in her eyes.

Ga-on managed a small smile in return, a mix of relief and humor crossing his features. "You certainly got my attention," he admitted, his tone light.

As he retreated from the room, his mind buzzed with a flurry of thoughts. The revelations he had learned, the stories of brilliance and darkness, and now this playful yet cryptic exchange—all of it combined to create an atmosphere that was both fascinating and eerie.

Back in his room, Ga-on couldn't help but reflect on the people within the mansion. The enigmatic Yo-Han, the passionate Elijah, and now the housekeeper with her mixture of wisdom and jest—each person seemed to carry a layer of complexity that defied easy understanding.

"How creepy the people in this house are," Ga-on muttered to himself, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It was as if he had stepped into a realm where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blurred, where every encounter carried an element of intrigue and unpredictability.

As he settled onto his bed, Ga-on knew that he was in the midst of a story that was far from ordinary. The mansion held not only the echoes of the past but also the enigmatic personalities that populated its halls.

And as he closed his eyes, the words of the housekeeper—her offer to make him sleep like a sleeping beauty—lingered in his thoughts, a reminder that within this narrative of brilliance and darkness, there were layers of mystery waiting to be unveiled.

As he made his way back, he couldn't help but wonder about the locked door, about the mysteries that it held. But amidst his curiosity, a newfound determination grew—to uncover the truth, not just about the mansion, but about the enigmatic figures who inhabited it.

To be continued....