My Maids Are All Antagonists!

Chapter 52: How Dangerous Could a Small Room Be

How Dangerous Could a Small Room Be

The assassin who had just touched the door was stunned.

The person behind her took a step back and prepared to attack.

There was a moment of silence but no danger.

The assassins looked at each other speechlessly.

It was just a wooden door.

This door looked ordinary from top to bottom. How did it open by itself?

Their thoughts were interrupted by a sudden noise.

“There’s something inside.”

They looked inside with wide eyes. A sign could be seen with words written on it.

“Danger! Do not enter!”

The atmosphere became silent again.

“Hehehe…” the assassins could not help but laugh when they saw this sign. They did not believe any danger could be behind such a dull door.

If there were any real danger, who would just throw a simple sign inside.

In other words, would a broken castle contain any danger at all?

They were all very experienced assassins. Their sharp eyes were able to spot any danger they came across.

As excellent assassins, observing the details of the environment was second nature to them.

Their pink lips simultaneously curled into a disdainful smile.

The things they had experienced were far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. They had also done things that were far beyond the understanding of a baron.

In a baron’s house, if the door of a supposed storeroom opened by itself, it might seem off, but they were already accustomed to things like that.

It could scare ordinary people, but it did not affect them.

“The Baron has such a dangerous room in his house. This is really astonishing.”

It was uncertain whether they were mocking or looking down on the castle’s owner.

Their voices were very soft and only loud enough to hear each other.

Having experienced worse scenarios in their lives, they were amused by the scene in front of them. Anyone would think that the baron had played a prank to welcome them.

Naturally, this was impossible. It was just a small baron’s territory.

To them, it was like a backyard garden.

They could easily come and go as they pleased.

Danger? None existed.

The assassins tried hard to hold back their laughter. Their body trembled along with their emotions.

The few of them glanced at each other and decided to go in and explore.

They had searched so many rooms but had not encountered anything strange. This was the only room that felt weird.

Since they were already here, they might as well have entered and taken a look.

The few of them chose to ignore the warning on the sign. They thought that the danger mentioned was merely the presence of house rodents or slippery ground, which were both cakewalks for them.

When they saw this sign, they only felt that it was funny, not because they were arrogant, but they felt that the hazard written on this sign was too trivial for them to bother.

After all, the owner of this place was just a baron who might have never experienced the cruelty of the battlefield.

The few of them entered one after another.

Suddenly, a loud slam could be heard.

The few of them turned around to see what it was.

The door had been slammed shut.

They did not give it too much thought. This door could open automatically, so it was understandable that it could close by itself.

Perhaps there was a magic seal on the door, or maybe there was a mechanism on the door to sense movement.

They were not surprised, nor were they worried about anything. This was proof of the amount of experience and confidence they each possessed.

If it were the baron of this territory who encountered this sort of situation, he would probably be scared to tears.

The moment the door closed, a faint fragrance suddenly appeared in the air, gradually thickening.

Only then did they realize the pink gas that came out of nowhere, floating about.

“What is this smell?”

In an instant, they sensed danger.

As assassins, they had a keen sense of danger.

How could a small baron’s castle have something that could threaten them?

Suddenly, someone fell to the ground.

They were shocked and could not believe how fast it happened.

Instead of falling directly, it felt as though her strength had been sucked out, she then weakly sat on the ground.

Everyone’s breathing progressively became heavier.

As assassins, the most crucial thing was to conceal themselves, but now they were all breathing heavily which was contrary to their practice.

One after another the assassins collapsed.

“There’s something wrong with this gas…”

As the last person finished speaking, she too fell to the ground. Words struggled to come out of her mouth.

The pink gas continued to linger in the air while they laid on the floor helplessly.

Soon after, their skin had become white with a tinge of red, bright and translucent, emitting womanly beauty.

It was a gas they had never come into contact with before.

If anyone were here, they would be overjoyed to find them lying about on the ground, as if they were radish growing in a field.

They could feel their bodies changing.

Not far away from them, the sign still stood there with the warning, “Danger! Do not enter!”

Initially, they were still laughing about it, thinking that it was a joke, but now they could no longer laugh.

Whether there was danger or not, the truth spoke for itself.

The sign quietly stood in that place, giving them the feeling of being ridiculed and mocked.

This sign had clearly warned them before they entered the room.

Danger, do not enter.

In the end, they were disdainful, mocking the owner, as if the owner put up the sign in this room to fool with them.

Not long after, they suddenly let out audible moans.

The last assassin who fell looked over and saw that her companions had all fallen into a semi-conscious state.

Their faces were ruddy and their slender legs seemed to be boneless as they intertwined with each other.

The women’s heavy breathings were accompanied by their loud moans.

“Come to your senses, we can’t lose consciousness here.”

However, her words seemed to stir up the hearts of others. Every action of hers was exuding her utmost beauty.

Her words seemed to be the last struggle before she fell into confusion.

While saying this, she attempted to stand up, but quickly collapsed again.

Her entire body was weak and hot, her head was dizzy, and her heart throbbed rapidly.

They had never come across this pink gas before and were uncertain why this substance had completely overwhelmed them in such a short time.

There was always a process for any gas to work.

They had only entered the room briefly, but were already unable to react in time and escape from this place.

Noticing their breathing gradually calmed down, she knew that they had fainted.

She was also trying to hold herself up, attempting to find a mechanism to escape.

They had been very careless.

Their habitual thinking had defeated them.

She climbed towards the door bit by bit.

Very slowly, very slowly.

She was still holding on.

She had never felt that a door a few steps away could be so far away.

In front of her was still the sign.

She turned her head slightly and could see the four words on it.

She could no longer stay conscious and passed out.

Why did this baron’s castle have such a thing?!!

Her slender arms that were trying to climb up softened.

Her delicate face touched the ground, and her head no longer moved.

At this point, this group of people had never thought that they would end up in such a comical situation.