Don’t think too deeply. Don’t have expectations; they only lead to hurt.

It was time for her to regain her composure.

“Some people say they saw a ghost in the basement earlier.”

Decarabia reported, his eyebrows furrowed. Turning to look, Beril saw Decarabia’s expression.

“Nothing was there when I went back to check.”

“If they keep saying they saw it, then…”

There must really be something. Beril slowly closed her eyes and opened them.

“Let’s go check after finishing the morning chores.”

A little later, Beril and Decarabia headed to the basement. On the way, Beril took another look around her surroundings.

She knew the remodeling would take a long time.

Not only had the place lacked a homeowner for a long time, but for hundreds of years, it had been untouched by human hands. Plus, the decorations were anything but human.

Soon there would be a visit to the temple, and if she was lucky enough to avoid it, there would come a time when a party had to be held here.

If a party were held as it is now…

It would be like advertising that they were demons.

Fortunately, there were no issues with making changes.

Vainka had overflowing wealth, and Decarabia could easily remove any decoration with one hand.

She, who had struggled with her overwhelming power when she first became a demon, seemed pleased to finally have a use for it.

“Then let’s go in.”

Promising to remove anything strange in the basement, Decarabia spoke sternly.

Then he naturally took the lead, as if promising to protect Beril.

Knowing he was a powerful demon despite his youthful appearance, Beril watched the door with a slightly trembling yet hopeful heart.

―Koogooong…

And the moment the massive door leading to the basement opened.

Beril and Decarabia’s gaze shifted inside.

The Hellgate, still slightly ajar.

And what used to be an altar maybe? The platform a few steps up was obviously empty.

Aside from the massive and ferocious wolf decoration on the wall, nothing was strange.

Of course, there were no ghosts.

“……There’s nothing here.”

At Beril’s words, Decarabia sighed.
When she spoke, Beril faintly smiled. She sensed that the girl-like figure regarded other demons as young.

“Shall we start by taking down that wolf decoration?”

Beril pointed at the wall decor. They shouldn’t let outsiders open this basement door, but even if they did, it shouldn’t look strange.

―Groan.

The wolf decoration, fixed in place by some unknown means, was far taller than Decarabia.

However, with a flash of Decarabia’s hand, it was quickly detached from the wall.

“Please.”

Initially, when she had effortlessly lifted the sturdy, heavy bookshelf made of some monster’s bone, it had been surprising.

But now, the first response was praise rather than admiration.

“Yes.”

Decarabia’s mouth corners clearly twitched every time she received a compliment.

―Thump, thump, thump.

After Decarabia’s footsteps, sounding as if she carried nothing, left through the door,

Beril took another look around the basement. If there was something that could be mistaken for a ghost―

“Huh?”

Beril’s eyes widened.

In a place dominated by darkness, a woman with conspicuously white hair stood out, previously unnoticed.