The manor was not large. Compared to the Ceres Clan's estate, it was at least ninety percent smaller.
Crossing the small lawn, they entered a small, three-story building that looked more like the residential houses lining the streets of other districts.
Santiago took off his coat. Using the flame from a lantern, he lit the candelabra in the living room and turned on the gas lamp.
In an instant, the group was once again bathed in light.
"Captain, this place feels like it's been vacant for a long time."
Chirut's severed arm had already healed. He curiously surveyed the room's furnishings, noticing thick layers of dust in some spots.
"Yes, it's been a long time since I've been back." Santiago didn't elaborate. Instead, he took out a few towels and handed them to the others. "Dry yourselves off. The rain under the red moon is contaminated to some extent."
The others took the towels and wiped the rain from their bodies. Wei'en also cleaned off Tina and the clown doll.
