I Can See the World's Attributes

The shadows of the old world, the tides of the new era. Light and darkness, chaos and dawn... arise alternately in a world of machinery and witchcraft!

But what does this have to do with me, ...

Chapter 650: Lighthouse Mist (Part 2)

It took Illya and other palace maids several days to finally pack up their things and move them over.

The location is in a particularly quiet place in the south of the capital, which is considered to be on the outskirts of the capital. It is also the summer resort built by Ayla, which has now become her new home.

After Sean and Frelia finished everything, they took advantage of a good day and drove over in a low-key carriage...

It's been a while since I walked on the streets of the capital, but this area is still quite lively.

Occasionally, when passing through a downtown area, you can hear the voices of many tea drinkers chatting, among whom are of course storytellers, the so-called bards.

"Slow down a little and listen...what are they saying?" Frelia suddenly called out to Illya who was driving the carriage.

Just at this time, I heard someone telling a story at a small tea stall on the side of the road, and it was about a lighthouse.

"Oh, that. I think I've heard it mentioned before. I heard it was a story from the East Coast, and someone saw it a while ago, so it's being brought up again."

"What's the story?" Sean asked.

Just at this moment, a sound came from outside the carriage.

"...At that time, the people were drawn to the distant lights of the White Pagoda. It was strange. They seemed to see their dead loved ones walking back to the shore. Hiss... It was a scene they had never seen even in their dreams. Those with weak wills would be taken away by them after seeing it."

Listen to the bards' stories that are appropriate to the situation.

It's very quiet around here.

Sean opened the curtain slightly and took a look... Almost everyone on the Bund was listening quietly, and no one was willing to stop for him.

"Then where did they go?" someone asked.

The bard looked to be in his late fifties, with a white beard, wrinkles on his face that showed signs of grime, and his clothes were tattered.

But the look in his eyes when he was telling the story was very convincing.

“No one knows…”

He suddenly leaned closer to the person asking the question and said strangely.

"Coming from the mystery of the sea, there was only the white light of the lighthouse. When it dissipated, they disappeared along with the light, including those who were still alive and the relatives they saw. At that time, there were rumors that evil spirits had returned. Many incidents occurred more than 50 years ago, and now they have appeared again."