Various events happened in my village, Swansea village which also involved the noble family, George. It is said that the mystery mirror is a den of werewolves. However, I wonder if there really is a werewolf’s lair in the mirror? What kind of mirror is a werewolf’s lair? Then, can they live in the mirror?

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Chapter 1

In the Voltre castle, a party was being held to celebrate the harvest of grapes owned by the noble Hurley family. The castle was filled with the arrival of villagers from the four villages in the area. They were joyfully celebrating the bountiful harvest festival that was always held by the wealthy noble family. The villagers danced and sang, expressing their happiness, while the music played beautifully.

George looked at his wife from the terrace. The beautiful woman was chatting with two guests, while their three children were playing with some of the villagers’ children. The nobleman was very satisfied with the abundant harvest, which made him even wealthier. Furthermore, his wine business was thriving worldwide.

All the inhabitants of the castle were highly respected by the villagers, as they worked as farmers on the land of the esteemed wealthy family. George gazed at his wife from a distance with love, and Marinda unintentionally turned towards him. The handsome and gallant man signaled his wife to come closer. They exchanged smiles and teasing glances before Marinda lovingly embraced her husband.

From afar, a middle-aged woman stared at the couple with a strange look, seemingly indifferent to the happiness felt by the villagers. Shortly after, she left the Voltre castle and returned home, without any of the villagers being surprised or concerned about the departure of Kimmy Affleck.

George and Marinda entered the castle and met with some of their guests before leaving them and heading to the family room. George stood in front of the dressing mirror hanging on the wall and stared at it for a long time. Marinda observed her husband’s behavior and eventually stood beside him.

“How beautiful this mirror is, my love,” George said, embracing Miranda’s shoulder.”Indeed, my love, and we must take good care of it,” Miranda replied with a smile.

“Look at how clear this mirror is, anyone who sees it will surely be captivated,” George said as he wiped the frame of the large mirror.

“And this mirror makes our lives happy, and when I look at it, it’s as if my beauty increases,” Miranda replied, laughing loudly.

They hugged each other joyfully as they left the room to meet the guests again, the party still going on late into the night.

The next day, in the castle courtyard, several servants were seen cleaning up the scattered trash, making the view ugly. They worked with enthusiasm, even Frank, a servant who had just started working at the castle two days ago, joined them in the courtyard.

“Well, there must be another strange incident that will happen in one of the villages,” John said as he lifted the trash.

“Why are you so sure?” Frank asked, looking at John with a probing gaze.

“You are a new employee here, even though you are our neighbor, but you still don’t know what happened in one of the villages,” John replied, shaking his head.

“What happened there?” Frank asked, becoming more confused.

Suddenly, Malcolm approached John and warned the young man not to continue the useless conversation.

“Don’t talk too much if you still want to work here!” Malcom snapped, his eyes wide open.

“I’m just telling Frank to be cautious about that village,” John replied, looking down.

“Never talk about that village again, or Mr. George will be angry,” Malcom replied as he walked away from the two servants.

John immediately resumed his work without looking at Frank again, and shortly after, the man left with a broom. Now Frank was the only one left standing there, looking at John, suspecting that he was hiding a mysterious story that made him even more curious. When lunchtime arrived, all the servants gathered in the dining room at the back.

Malcolm looked at John, who was sipping a cup of hot coffee, his gaze never leaving the servant who he thought was too bold to speak while working. The head of the household did not realize that Frank was also watching him as he ate. Malcolm continued to watch John with a grimace on his face, and this made Frank even more puzzled by the head of the household’s behavior.

Night came, bringing with it silence, where nocturnal animals began to make their sounds, while in his room, Frank couldn’t close his eyes. He was still thinking about John’s words, asking him to be cautious about some villages, and finally, sleep attacked him, and Frank fell asleep without realizing that something was happening.

From inside the living room, the howl of a Werewolf suddenly sounded so loud that Frank, who had just fallen asleep, immediately got up from his bed. He was very surprised to hear the sound, so he walked to the door and pressed his ear against it, and it turned out that Frank could hear it clearly, but he heard the front door open and the howl of the Werewolf disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

Frank was puzzled by the disappearance of the Werewolf’s sound, so he tried to investigate by opening his bedroom door and walking slowly, observing his surroundings. When he arrived there, he saw that the front door was wide open, and the night breeze blew against his body, making him feel the cold air that now made him shiver.

He quickly closed the door and locked it tightly, then Frank approached the fireplace and sat down to warm his body, placing both palms near the fire. He took a deep breath of relief as his body began to feel the warmth.

The atmosphere in the room was very quiet, and Frank was still thinking about the incident until he didn’t realize that Mr. George was standing not far from the chair he was sitting on.

“Can’t you sleep, Frank?” George said with a friendly smile.

Frank, who was sitting and staring at the fireplace, was surprised and immediately stood up in fear when he saw his master, and he quickly explained everything so that his master wouldn’t be angry with him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. George, I accidentally sat in your favorite chair!” Frank exclaimed, saluting George.

“It’s okay, but why aren’t you sleeping so late at night?” George asked, looking puzzled.

“Earlier, I heard a howl from inside the living room, so I tried to find the source of the sound,” Frank replied, still standing.

“Did I hear it wrong?” George asked, surprised.

Frank explained that he saw the door wide open and heard the howl of the Werewolf clearly, but George still didn’t believe his servant’s words, thinking that he was experiencing a severe hallucination, so he told his servant to go back to his room and sleep immediately. With quick steps, Frank quickly walked away from his master’s presence, his mind in disarray after explaining the event he had witnessed. He did not expect that Mr. George would not believe his words and even asked him to leave immediately.

George watched as Frank walked away from him, shaking his head as he sat down in a chair facing the fireplace. He still couldn't believe the words of his servant, who dared to hallucinate in front of him. He intended to call Malcolm when morning came and ask about the origin of Frank, who had just started working in the castle. George was startled and his thoughts disappeared when he heard the bell ring once. His eyes were attacked by a strong drowsiness.

The wealthy man immediately got up and left the living room, heading to his bedroom. There, he saw his wife sleeping soundly. George lay down next to his wife, gazing at the woman he loved so much. He was very happy to marry a noblewoman who had been his childhood friend. Their parents had arranged their marriage when they both graduated from university and now they had three children. That night, George couldn't close his eyes, even though his eyes were sleepy. His mind drifted back to the past, and he still remembered a very sad event that broke his heart.

At the age of seven, he witnessed his grandfather Roger being killed on the highway. He cried and called out to his lifeless grandfather, who was covered in blood after being hit by someone. George could still see the shadow of the perpetrator, dressed in all black and wearing a mask, passing by the scene and looking in his direction. He screamed and tried to ask the people around for help in chasing the car, but some of them failed to catch the culprit. Shortly after, one of the villagers kindly brought his grandfather's body home, and at that time, George's parents looked shocked and cried as they mourned Roger's departure.

However, it was not the same for Brenda, who appeared to be very strong in accepting the bitter reality. The death of her husband deeply affected her, and she could only bow her head and shed tears during the funeral. At that time, the Mathew Barkeley family arrived, including Marinda, who was then their closest family

The night is creeping towards the second day, and George's eyes are still unable to close, he just stares at the wall of the house while continuing his memories of his childhood. It was then that he met Marinda, who was one year younger than him. The little girl invited him to talk when his heart was experiencing great trauma. Marinda tried to strengthen herself, who couldn't forget the tragic event that happened so suddenly, and since then they became even closer. Especially after George's parents enrolled him in the same junior high school as Marinda, George's first love began to blossom. Day after day, the two teenagers lived happily, learning and going through their teenage years beautifully until they entered adulthood. George's daydream was interrupted when he heard the howling of wolves in the Parvun forest. His heart, which was beating, seemed to want to stop, and now he heard the howling of the wolves inside his castle. George immediately got up from his bed and locked his door tightly, his face panicked and pale. Shortly after, the sound of the wolves echoed throughout the castle, startling all its inhabitants.

Marinda woke up and her face looked very surprised, then she looked at her husband with fear.

"What's wrong, my dear?" Marinda asked as she got up from her bed.

"It seems like the sound of wolves, my love," George answered as he got up from his bed.

"Damn it! If that animal is here, then we will all die!" Marinda exclaimed in panic.

"Try to calm yourself, I will investigate," George replied, trying to calm his wife.

The man walked to the door and opened it, then with long strides, he hurried to the living room. But when he arrived there, he didn't see any wolves, everything was still as it was before. George was just stunned, where he was now standing, many questions were reflected in his mind that were difficult to explain in words. Once again, he tried to look around the room, but there was still no significant change. Then, he returned to the room with a puzzled look on his face.

Marinda sat on the sofa, waiting for her husband with hope and anxiety, and shortly after, she heard quick footsteps and her husband entered the room with a gloomy face.

"What happened, my dear?" Miranda asked anxiously.

"There are no wolves in that room," George answered flatly as he sat on the bed.

"Then what does the howling mean?" Miranda asked, not understanding her husband's answer.

"I'm also puzzled by all of this," George replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"In that case, let's continue sleeping," Miranda said as she got up from her bed to lock the door.

George sighed deeply, he didn't understand the events experienced by his servants and himself. Finally, they fell into a deep sleep until morning came.

George woke up with a confused mind, then he looked to the side and saw Marinda still sleeping soundly. Shortly after, he got up from his bed and walked to his locked office.

This nobleman felt his way to his nightclothes pocket and took out the key, but after the door opened, he was very surprised to see a pile of money and gold bars on the table, there were so many. George quickly entered and locked his office, his heart pounding as he looked at the scene in front of him. Several times the same incident had happened in his office, and he didn't know who was doing this. "I'm amazed at how this can happen so often?" he wondered to himself as he looked at the money and gold.

Then he took all the items and stored them in the safe inside the room, locking it tightly. Although still confused, George's face showed overflowing joy and he imagined his wealth increasing since the wolf often visited his castle and he could rise from the poverty he had once suffered. In addition, he could help all the people in his village with all his wealth.

George kept all the events about the appearance of the mysterious money and gold secret from Miranda. He didn't want his beloved wife to be involved in something that was very impossible to explain. Then he returned to his room and saw his wife had woken up and was sitting on the bed, smiling at him.

"Where have you been, George?" Miranda asked as she got up from her bed and sat on the sofa.

"I just went around the garden and saw the beautiful morning view," George lied.

"Unfortunately, I woke up late," Miranda said.

"Next time we will go for a morning walk together, my love," George replied.

Not long after, George and Miranda left the room and went to the office to oversee the operation of their beverage company.

Two days later, while Frank was cleaning the grass, Malcolm suddenly approached him to deliver a message from George.

“Frank! Mr. George wants you to come to his office!” commanded Malcolm, staring sharply at the new servant.

“Alright, I will go there,” Frank replied.

They immediately entered the castle and met their master. Malcolm and Frank saluted the young nobleman, George, who stared at Frank for a long time. Then, he instructed the new servant to sit while Malcolm left the room and closed the door. Frank’s heart raced as he awaited what his master would say.

“Keep what you witnessed two days ago to yourself,” George said.

“Alright, sir, I will remember that,” Frank replied softly as if his inner self was also burdened by the command.

“And you don’t need to talk much if you want to continue working here,” George threatened.

“Alright, Mr. George,” Frank answered, his face lowered in fear.

George raised his right hand, waving his palm as a signal for Frank to leave the room. The servant hurriedly walked out and closed the door behind him. Frank walked towards the backyard where several gardeners from Hogan Village were planting various types of flowers. They looked at Frank, surprised by the new servant’s changed expression.

“Why do you look like that, Frank?” Willy asked, laughing loudly.

“I’m feeling a bit unwell,” Frank lied, glancing at his other friends.

“If you’re sick, it’s better to rest,” Willy said worriedly.

“It’s okay, I can still work,” Frank replied, grabbing the grass cutter.

From a distance, John looked at Frank, who was still talking to Willy. He felt sorry for Frank, who was unaware of the events that often occurred in the castle. He had experienced the same thing when he first started working here, but his attitude had changed, and he continued working for Mr. George to continue his life.

Coincidentally, Malcolm was not in the area, so John took this opportunity to approach his neighbor.

“Hey, Frank, it seems like you have a problem?” John asked, probing.

“I don’t have any significant problems,” Frank tried to convince John.

“Are you sure about that?” John asked suspiciously.

“Yes, I’m serious,” Frank replied, continuing his work.

Then, John revealed that he knew and had experienced the same thing as Frank, and it was not something new to him. To hear his neighbor’s words, Frank signaled John to be quiet.

Not long after, a man riding a horse appeared in the distance. He rode his horse at a fast pace, causing the sound of the horse’s footsteps to be heard clearly and startling the workers there.

As he dismounted from his horse, he ran towards John and asked about Malcolm’s whereabouts. Spontaneously, John escorted the man to meet the head of the household.

Malcolm was in the stable, overseeing some of Mr. George’s beloved horses when Bruce reported the incident of a villager’s death in Verase village.

“Mr. Malcolm! A villager was attacked by a werewolf!” Bruce exclaimed, out of breath.

“How do you know that?” Malcolm asked, confused.

“A specialist doctor said so,” Bruce quickly replied.

“In that case, let’s go see Mr. George,” Malcolm invited, leaving the stable.

John immediately returned to his work, but he accidentally overheard Bruce’s conversation with Malcolm. His suspicion was strong that the deaths of the villagers in the four villages were somehow related to Voltaire Castle.

“Frank! My suspicion was right, something terrible is happening in Verase village,” John whispered.

“We should continue this conversation tonight, I’m afraid someone might hear and report it to Mr. George,” Frank whispered back.

John nodded and resumed his task, while Malcolm and Bruce arrived at Mr. George’s office and informed him about the incident, leaving the castle owner shocked. George immediately gave money for the funeral expenses of the deceased villagers and promised to visit the cemetery the next day.

After they left the room, George fell silent for a moment. Deep inside, he felt a profound concern and tried to solve this mystery, but the veil of mystery remained unbroken.

Night had come, and all the servants were in their respective rooms. Only John couldn’t close his eyes. Shortly after, he walked to Frank’s room, which was right next to his, and gently knocked on the door.

I thought you were asleep,” John said as he sat on the sofa.

“Not yet, I haven’t been able to sleep either,” Frank replied.

Then John told him about what he had known since he started working at Voltre Castle several years ago, and Frank listened attentively. John said that this incident happened every six months after the Grape Harvest celebration, and the victims were the residents of the four villages.

The villagers didn’t know the cause, but they were always scared leading up to the end of the celebration. Unfortunately, they couldn’t do anything meaningful to solve this mystery.

“Why don’t they just call the police?” Frank asked, surprised.

“That would be futile,” John replied, lost in thought.

“Can’t they investigate it?” Frank asked again.

“Yes, but there are still victims after that,” John replied, shaking his head.

“What do you mean, please explain in more detail?” Frank asked, even more curious.

John got up from the sofa and walked towards the window. He took a deep breath, lit his cigarette, and started smoking. After a while of silence, he began to answer Frank’s question, his voice trembling, a sign that he held a tremendous fear.

John told him that the police themselves died and turned into werewolves after trying to uncover the mystery. Since then, no one dared to talk about or investigate this terrifying case.

Hearing John’s story made Frank even more frightened, but John reminded him not to tell anyone about what he experienced because he didn’t know who was responsible for the deaths of the victims. Frank could only nod his head, unable to say a word, as if his mouth was tightly shut.

The night grew late, and the sounds of nocturnal animals could be heard outside the castle as if welcoming the darkness. The two servants were still awake, continuing their conversation. Suddenly, John, who was still standing near the window, saw four black shadows running in the forest not far from the castle.

Then John called Frank to come closer to the window and see the activities of the werewolves. Frank immediately did so, peeking from behind the curtain. However, he was shocked to see four werewolves devouring a woman.

Oh my goodness, how terrifying!” exclaimed Frank with a stuttering voice.

“That’s the kind of thing I often witness while working here,” calmly replied John.

“No wonder no one dares to talk about this, including Malcolm,” Frank said, nodding his head.

“Now you know why Malcolm forbids us from discussing this taboo subject,” John replied, sipping on the warm coffee that Frank had been serving since earlier.