I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living by Exorcising Them! - Chapter 120

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I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living Through Exorcism! Episode 120

I hastily wrote down a reply.

Honestly, I’m not even sure what state of mind I was in when I wrote it.

I think the content was something about having no schedule this week so anytime would be fine.

I was anxiously waiting for a reply when one came back immediately.

[I was worried that something might have happened to you, Lady, since your reply was late.

I’m relieved to hear you were simply busy.

Then, I’ll come to pick you up at your estate tomorrow.]

…But, tomorrow?

This is more like a notification. I’m happy about it, but it’s a bit flustering.

‘What should I wear?’

Saying I’m flustered while immediately worrying about what to wear shows I’m really hopeless.

Moreover, as soon as I saw the sentence about coming to pick me up, laughter burst out.

My chest felt ticklish.

‘…’

My index finger carefully traced over the letter paper. Just that alone made me feel my cheeks turning reddish.

Suddenly my heart felt full.

‘Maybe it’s okay to confess now.’

That I like the Duke.

There are still too many things I haven’t resolved, but still…

Then when exactly am I supposed to date?

Is there really a need to hide my feelings?

I’m no longer worried about futures like Harman going crazy and trying to destroy the Empire.

Because such things are futures that won’t come.

What I should be suspicious of is the Emperor, not Harman.

‘Just as Harman trusted me, I should trust Harman too.’

Even if Harman knew about the existence of ghosts before I did, and even if he knows there’s a blonde ghost attached nearby-

“But Miss.”

At that moment, Count Reymon, who had been leaning against the wall stroking his chin for a while, quietly spoke up.

“Excuse me, but about what you were saying with Bokdeungi earlier.”

“Yes? Which part do you mean?”

“You seemed surprised asking if he was carrying rotten fruit again… It didn’t look like rotten fruit to me.”

Thud.

I dropped Harman’s letter before I could even put it in the envelope.

“Was it really rotten fruit?”

“…Pardon?”

“I’m curious if it was definitely in the shape of fruit.”

Right, I had heard the exact same question before.

Harman’s voice came to me like an auditory hallucination.

The same words echoed over and over, buzzing before scattering.

‘Back then I thought he was asking something completely pointless so seriously.’

I felt an indescribable emotion.

I picked up the letter paper with trembling hands and barely managed to put it in the envelope.

Count Reymon was looking at the empty air with a more serious expression than before.

“To me, it looked more like a magic stone that failed in crafting rather than rotten fruit.”

“A magic stone…?”

“Yes. I once visited a place where they craft magic stones. Since it’s delicate work, even experts fail often, and they shrivel up exactly like that.”

“…”

“The way the shape was inconsistent each time and looked unstable was similar to failed magic stones.”

This time too, something came to mind.

Something I shouldn’t remember, something I had forcibly pushed to the back of my memory.

‘There was always something found in ghost-haunted estates.’

Inside the armrest of the old sofa at the Monteville Ducal Estate, inside the grandfather clock at Count Helkene’s Estate, attached to the curtains at the Previous Count Helkene’s Mansion.

Something I stopped noticing completely because I hadn’t found it for a while.

‘That was a magic stone.’

More precisely, it wasn’t a magic stone but something that looked like a magic stone.

But when I held it and stayed still, Harman was surprised and snatched it away.

‘Back then I suspected Harman.’

Why did I stop suspecting him…

Was it when I saw that thing burning at some noble residence?

At the time, it was natural for old furniture to contain old-style magic stones.

I thought ghosts didn’t exist in the first place.

But that assumption was overturned.

Ghosts did exist.

‘Then why did Harman take those magic stones?’

Really, if they were just old-style magic stones, there would be no need to take them.

Unless he had an attachment to old estates or worn furniture, there was absolutely no reason to be obsessed with old-style magic stones.

Once suspicion started, it led to more suspicions.

‘Why did Harman bring up Lord Rose in the carriage just before arriving at the banquet hall?’

Why did Lord Rose happen to slander me as a fraud at the banquet hall, and why did Floren happen to defy her father?

As if that day was the day.

Actually, these were things I could have let slide. It might have been a series of coincidences.

But Bokdeungi sorting exorcism requests and coming to request locations to chew on rotten fruit were also a series of coincidences.

But it turned out it wasn’t coincidence but actual exorcism.

“…”

“Miss?”

“Ah, yes. Count Reymon.”

“You look quite unwell. Did I do something wrong?”

“…No. I’m just nervous thinking about meeting the Duke tomorrow.”

I forced a smile while holding my throbbing head.

Count Reymon didn’t bring up anything more related to magic stones.

Instead, Bella appeared with her hands full of outfits.

“Miss, you’d like an outfit that looks effortlessly styled like before, right?”

“Yes, that would be good.”

I forced myself to respond to her excited voice.

Bella, who knew nothing, chattered away explaining the outfits, but none of it registered in my ears.

Unable to concentrate at all, I closed my eyes tightly.

Then they snapped open.

‘I trust Harman!’

In that brief moment, I reached a perfect conclusion.

All my long wavering seemed pointless. It was a very hollow and simple conclusion.

Why?

Rather than continuing to suspect Harman, it’s better to just trust him comfortably.

What if I get betrayed?

I’ll just die.

‘Yeah, I’ll just die. What’s the big deal?’

What if all the actions Harman showed me were lies?

Just imagining it felt like my heart would tear apart.

Rather than suffering by suspecting him every time, it’s better to just trust him completely.

‘Besides, if Harman truly likes me, then nothing will happen.’

Hahaha, only a happy future was unfolding. It was strange that I had been worrying all this time.

‘Right, is there any need to worry about this?’

Trusting Harman vs. Doubting Harman.

It’s definitely all-in.

If we succeed, it’s a happy ending. If we fail, let’s go for the bad ending where everyone dies.

A little earlier than the time I had promised with Harman.

I casually glanced out the window and was startled.

A carriage with a blue horse family crest was standing in front of the main gate!

I hurriedly ran down to the first floor and opened the door as soon as the bell rang—

A bouquet filled my entire field of vision.

“Lady Siena, it’s been a while.”

“…Duke, this bouquet is.”

“A gift.”

As I was stammering without even greeting him properly, Harman placed the bouquet in my arms.

It was a flower I had seen before.

In Duke Monteville’s greenhouse garden, the golden flowers that Harman said he liked most.

I was still flustered and kept blinking. I repeatedly looked at the bouquet and then at Harman.

He tilted his head slightly and smiled.

“I missed you.”

His beautifully curved blue eyes and sparkling hair. It was a combination that always left me speechless.

So pretty it was dizzying, enough to make me quickly forget the golden bouquet he had given me.

‘But… he missed me.’

I knew he was someone who spoke directly without beating around the bush. But wasn’t this really too obvious?

I unnecessarily buried my face in the bouquet.

Though that couldn’t hide my bright red cheeks.

Rolling my eyes around wouldn’t help me escape either. The distance between Harman and me was only about one step.

“…Me too.”

In the end, I muttered in a sulky voice.

At that moment, his eyes, which had been craving an answer, curved into crescent shapes.

The look in his eyes, instantly colored with joy, made me feel like I might choke up without realizing it.

I looked far into the empty air and pointed inside the estate.

“Ah, Duke. Would you like to see Bokdeungi before you go?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Huh?”

It’s fine? When you came before, you kept asking for Bokdeungi the whole time, didn’t you?

‘I was determined to show you Bokdeungi today for sure!’

Having already halfway entered the estate, I turned my head slightly to look at him.

Did he sense my bewildered heart?

He seriously began to speak.

“I have an allergy to dog hair.”

“Ah….”

“….”

Huh?

After answering, I felt puzzled. Didn’t he say before that he didn’t have a hair allergy?

I glanced at Harman’s face.

“Well, I do have allergy medicine.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t take it in advance.”

He firmly refused, even extending both hands. Cracks began to appear in his bright smile.

He looked like someone desperate to leave this place quickly.

Hmm….

‘Did he go back and get another allergy test done?’

The allergic reaction must have been more severe than expected.

Otherwise, there’s no way he would show such a completely opposite reaction.

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