The moment I stepped into the dungeon, what greeted my eyes was the scene from the Burrow mansion I had just seen.

To be specific, it was as if time had frozen in the mansion amidst daily life.

Maids, pausing mid-conversation while cleaning the floor.

The head maid, frozen in place, looking displeased at the sight.

The pendulum of a grandfather clock, which had moved with the second hand, now stopped along with it.

A servant bustling through the corridor.

A cook who would forever have to bear a heavy load.

As I stared at the scene that felt like …