I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living by Exorcising Them! - Chapter 150
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I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living Through Exorcism! Episode 150
In the end, I heard everything from Harman.
Actually, for all the buildup, there wasn’t much to hear.
When I entered Harman’s inner world, and when he exorcised the Aldimos phantoms.
Most of what I was curious about had already been resolved.
‘This feels a bit unfair.’
What I newly learned was this.
Those objects that looked like magic stones are called mediums, and the reason is that they can summon ghosts.
So when the mediums of the Aldimos phantoms were destroyed, they were annihilated.
That’s about it?
Oh, there’s one more thing.
He said that most of the mediums, excluding those of the Aldimos phantoms, were created by Harman himself.
In other words, all the haunted mansions that appeared before were his doing.
This is completely… he’s the mastermind.
“Haaa.”
“Lady, are you angry?”
“Please be quiet for a moment.”
“…I understand.”
He, who had been restlessly watching my mood, shut his mouth tight.
Seeing him all hunched up reminded me of Bokdeungi caught in the rain, and I almost unconsciously said it was okay now.
No, that won’t do. Absolutely not.
“Duke, I told you before, didn’t I? That there were people who suffered psychological damage because of ghosts.”
“…Yes.”
It was the answer I gave when Harman asked me at the festival.
Thinking about how he asked me then, it seems he felt some guilt.
That’s why today, he tried to die together with the phantoms.
I stared intently at Harman.
“Duke. What’s already happened cannot be undone.”
His head, which had been continuously drooping, lifted slightly.
His blue eyes, as if about to shed tears at any moment, sparkled.
‘That damn charm offensive.’
I tried to look away from Harman. He suddenly brought his face close to mine.
No…!
“If you tell me to go to every place where there were ghosts and kneel, I will do so.”
“What?”
“If that’s what you want, Lady, I’ll do it. But didn’t you promise? That you would stay with me.”
Harman desperately grasped my hand.
“Please don’t abandon me, Siena. Please.”
I was so dumbfounded that I let out a hollow laugh.
Me, abandon you? Why?
“I think there’s some misunderstanding. I have no intention of abandoning you, Duke. No, abandoning you in the first place? You’re not an object.”
What kind of brainwashing did he go through to say such things?
“And why would you kneel, Duke? The exorcism is all done and the ghosts have completely disappeared now.”
I forcibly made Harman sit back down.
He seemed to calm down a little, but he didn’t let go of the hand he was holding. He even placed it against his cheek and tilted his head.
Really, he’s just so cunning.
“After hearing that story then, I was concerned, so I sent separate letters to those people. But they were actually happy, saying their families became closer after the ghost exorcism.”
“…”
“It was mentally difficult for a while, but they said they were able to reflect on many things afterward. Ah, but that doesn’t mean you did well, Duke.”
No matter how much he was brainwashed, in the end it was done by Harman’s hands.
“I know.”
“Reflecting and regretting is enough. You won’t do it again in the future, right? Right?”
Harman slowly nodded his head.
Is it my imagination that I feel like I’m giving eye-level education to a child?
…Honestly, if he hadn’t shown signs of remorse.
I was going to suggest we go apologize to those people together.
‘Since I’ll continue to be with Harman in the future, I can meddle that much.’
But right now, I need to study Harman’s amazing way of thinking a bit more.
If I scold him, he might say he’ll die again or something.
That absolutely cannot happen.
Looking at Harman who was still watching my mood, I deliberately changed the subject.
“By the way, Duke, you protected me from the Emperor’s magic.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
But I didn’t expect this kind of answer.
“What?”
“Just as you exorcised ghosts with your fists, Lady, magic doesn’t work on you.”
…Why?
Harman’s mother’s ability was to return ghosts to nothingness.
Magic had nothing to do with it.
“It must be an ability you possess, Lady. Originally, people are born with abilities both great and small.”
“Ah…”
My ability.
I really never imagined that.
For five years since possessing Siena’s body, I was too busy suffering under Baron Alderton to think about such things.
I spread out my hand and looked at it for no reason.
A small, tiny hand where I couldn’t feel anything.
‘Come to think of it, when this topic came up before, Harman said it was something I did.’
I thought he was being modest then.
But it was real.
Wait, but.
“Then why did you give me that medium? You said magic doesn’t work on me anyway.”
“I thought just in case, since powerful magic might work. If it did work, the one connected to that medium would suffer instead.”
Harman added that he was glad the magic didn’t work.
…Instead of me, a ghost would have suffered?
That’s terrifying in many ways?
“But that thing, you said it was a ghost’s medium, so how did you contact me through it? What kind of ghost was it exactly?”
“…”
He had been answering everything immediately, but now his mouth closed.
“Tell me.”
“…Actually, that was a medium containing my soul.”
“What?!”
When I stood up, Harman quickly followed and hugged me.
Excuse me.
“No, then if the magic had worked, Duke, you would have-“
Kiss kiss. He kissed my cheek several times.
…Not satisfied with charm offensives, now kisses too?
He’s really a terrible avoidance type.
But I decided to let it slide this time.
It’s not just a charm offensive but kisses too, how can I not give in.
‘Ever since I said I liked having tea time in the greenhouse garden, it seems like we always come here.’
After finishing up everything, we headed to the greenhouse garden.
That cleanup included the chair room as well.
The one with chairs arranged in a circle in the center, and broken clocks gathered together.
That mysterious room where the faces in the portraits had faded so much they were completely peeled off.
“Now all these clocks can be disposed of.”
As it turned out, those clocks had been kept there to commemorate the completely annihilated Aldimos phantoms.
Because the phantoms wanted it!
Until I pushed all the chairs against the wall, that place had been their meeting room…
‘How truly horrifying.’
To think I had entered that room alone. I must have been out of my mind.
“But about those clocks. The hour and minute hands were all pointing in different directions – was there a reason for that too?”
“They were annihilated at those times.”
“…Yes, let’s talk about something else now.”
I shouldn’t have asked.
I don’t want to hear anymore. I don’t want to know any more either.
Harman laughed out loud seeing my disgusted expression. Then he surveyed the greenhouse garden.
“The phantoms were always here. At first they crowded together in my office, but at some point they stopped coming to see me.”
Harman’s eyes took on a distant hue.
As if recalling some moment from the past.
“I was never family to them in the first place.”
He looked at the golden flowers near the tea time area.
I watched him for a long while, then quietly stood up and approached him.
“Lady?”
I went behind him as he looked puzzled and covered his eyes.
“Duke, may I ask you one thing?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Can you still see ghosts?”
“…”
Harman said nothing at all. I slowly lowered my hands.
In the meantime, he had closed his eyes.
He hesitated for a long time as if he couldn’t bear to open them, then slowly, very slowly lifted his eyelids.
With trembling gaze, he surveyed the greenhouse garden again.
“…I can’t see them.”
His voice trembled finely.
“I can’t see them anymore, the ghosts.”
“I told you, didn’t I? Ghosts only exist in novels.”
I spoke cheekily, then took a step forward to stand beside Harman.
He lifted his head and looked at me.
Blue eyes like a pale, transparent sea.
My brightly smiling reflection filled them completely.
I naturally embraced the neck of Harman as he stood up as if realizing something.
Then Harman slowly began to speak.
“Though it’s very late.”
A lightly trembling voice whispered to me from very close by.
…Ah.
“I love you, Siena.”
Even though I knew these words would come, I suddenly hesitated. I suppressed my surging emotions.
“Siena, what about you? Do you love me too?”
His voice, anxiously trying to confirm again and again, tickled my ear. I burst into laughter from the ticklish feeling.
“I love you too. Harman.”
Only then did Harman smile brightly as if relieved.
The cool aura I once felt is no longer there. What had been hidden behind it was extremely gentle and warm.
Like the sky clearing brightly after rain.
Harman tilted his head at an angle. I closed my eyes just before our lips touched.
A sweet and nostalgic fragrance came from the teacup.
Our lips didn’t part until the tea’s aroma completely disappeared.
【I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living Through Exorcism! END】
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helloworld15
Aww, it’s a cute ending. Thank you for the TL! I’m looking forward to reading the side stories!