"I suppose that the feeling will be amplified the mowe we get closer to the manow." Morgan said, stroking his chin. "But I've nevew da'ed to go fu'thew. I feaw that I might not suwive it."<br/><br/>"I guess this is where I go in now, huh, ya' fuckin' bunch of pussies?" Neo smugly remarked. "There's only one way to find out how much of a goddamn idiot Charlie was. And I'mma take one for the whole fucking team."<br/><br/>By then, Neo started to walk towards the mansion slowly but surely as he looked around the overgrown yard and observed for any abnormalities in the surrounding of the manor. He felt more uncomfortable and nervous as he got closer to the house itself. But he started to sweat mildly as he was a fourth of the way towards the manor, and he had a headache that was enough not to bother anyone if they happened to be a normal person.<br/><br/>When he got just barely more than a quarter towards the manor, he turned around and said, "Okay, I'm done wit' dis shit righ' now."<br/><br/>Rattus replied, "What do you mean by such, Neo?" He raised his voice because he was far away from him. His droning monotone remained as he spoke, as per usual of him.<br/><br/>"Neo-san, you have not reached the big house yet! Is there something wrong?!" Yukina asked, not understanding her colleague's actions.<br/><br/>Neo was walking back towards them. "The old fart was fuckin' right, ya' assholes! Ain't nobody can get near this old pad!"<br/><br/>"Why?" Yukina asked some more. "Is it dangerous?"<br/><br/>"It ain't if you're a normalfag, but any magi will puke their goddamn guts out if they ever reach that fuckin' thing." Neo finally got back to the group.<br/><br/>"Can you tell us why is such the case, then?" Rattus threw another question.<br/><br/>"Is it because thewe's too much of magical ene'gy in stowe inside the old Manow?" Morgan piled up another question to him. "Can you tell us how much thewe is in thewe?"<br/><br/>Neo sighed, as the questions compounded on him. But he felt proud to himself because people were acknowledging both his willingness to do what no one of them did, as well as his knowledge in magical theory. Thus, he chuckled smugly once and began answering them.<br/><br/>"See, I stopped a quarter a distance from 'ere 'cause shit began to feel real bad at that point." He said. "It was mild and I could maybe, le's say, still reach three-fourths of da way. But that's where shit might get real. As in, cold-blooded torture real. I nevah went across sumfin' like dis befo' 'til now, but mah pops said that if yo' get any sort of mild fuckin' discomfort w'en ya' come across magical shit lik' dat, then gettha fuck outta der. It only means it has mo' magical energy than you, so it's gonna kick yo' ass."<br/><br/>"Therefore, are you now implying that the Vernon Manor, as of now, has an abundance of magical energy stored inside it?" Rattus asked.<br/><br/>"An 'abundance', ya' say?" He sardonically raised his eyebrow. "Motha'fuckah, there's maybe enough shit in dat house to power a gay-orgy of a hundred high-rank magi doing high-grade spells all day and night long for fifty-fucking-years!"