I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living by Exorcising Them! - Chapter 24

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I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living Through Exorcism! Episode 024

 

‘It’s similar to a Baanon Magic Stone.’

 

As expected, trends come and go.

 

Among the latest magic stones, the most popular one was undoubtedly the Baanon Magic Stone.

 

It was used to fix objects in place.

 

Not only did it prevent thieves from stealing things, but it also helped keep the expensive items in noble residences from moving around ungracefully.

 

The grandfather clock at Count Helkene’s Estate was said to have been guarding that spot for hundreds of years, so that must be its purpose.

 

‘…I should send a letter to Rudian as soon as I get back.’

 

I rubbed my nose.

 

No matter how wealthy a businesswoman she was, she might be looking for the missing magic stone.

 

Didn’t Harman also hastily take it from me?

 

That aside, I became incredibly happy.

 

‘See? I told you there’s no such thing as ghosts!’

 

The reason the chair was too heavy to lift was just because of a magic stone!

 

Everyone kept going on about ghosts, ghosts, so I got caught up in the atmosphere and started wondering myself.

 

“I’ll arrange the chair now!”

 

With a brightened face, I lifted the chair with ease.

 

Though it was slightly heavy, it was worlds apart from earlier when it wouldn’t budge at all.

 

“….”

 

Now I could feel Harman’s gaze staring intently at me instead of the magic stone.

 

I didn’t care at all.

 

After setting up the chair that had been completely knocked over backwards, I moved it to the very edge.

 

I succeeded in moving the chair as I wanted!

 

‘It took a bit of a detour, but success is success!’

 

Looking around, the atmosphere somehow felt less eerie than before.

 

‘I need to quickly get rid of all those clocks too.’

 

Should I stop here for today?

 

I tapped the backrest of the chair I had just moved.

 

“This way, there’s no place for ghosts to sit. Ghosts won’t be able to come to this room anymore!”

 

Right, they absolutely can’t sit.

 

Neither ghosts nor people.

 

I had turned all the chairs to face the wall and pushed them tightly together.

 

‘Even when they were arranged in a circle around the center, it was hard to sit anyway.’

 

Even if someone tried to sit, who would dare sit down when the atmosphere was so strange?

 

I felt quite proud. I confidently placed both arms on my hips.

 

Meanwhile, Harman slowly examined each chair lined up facing the wall, then let out a sigh.

 

His gaze fell on me.

 

“You really are… Ha.”

 

To sigh twice in such a short time.

 

You probably didn’t expect me to succeed at the exorcism this quickly, did you?

 

There’s definitely something about the fear that sight brings.

 

Even the chill that had been circulating until just moments ago had completely disappeared.

 

Harman lowered his gaze from me and quietly muttered.

 

“So confident, yet in the end…”

 

Excuse me, I didn’t catch that.

 

“I’m sorry. Could you repeat that?”

 

“It’s nothing.”

 

His voice was too quiet so I asked again, but he wouldn’t tell me what he said.

 

It definitely seemed like he was talking to me though…

 

‘Maybe it was something like “thank you for the exorcism”?’

 

Harman was an extremely polite gentleman and someone who habitually expressed gratitude.

 

Usually, the more polite someone is, the harder it becomes to convey heartfelt thanks.

 

His slightly reddened eyes proved this point.

 

I was unconsciously observing Harman’s face when it happened.

 

His red lips, which had been mumbling unable to properly express his gratitude to me, opened again.

 

“Is it finished?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“I asked if the exorcism… is finished.”

 

He squinted one eye as if the word ‘exorcism’ wasn’t familiar to him.

 

“Ah, yes. It’s all finished. There are no more ghosts in this room now.”

 

I waved my hand without changing my expression at all, then suddenly realized something.

 

That lying is only difficult the first time – once you do it, you become brazenly good at it.

 

It felt strange somehow. This change was both good and bad.

 

“…”

 

Harman quietly looked at me.

 

Then he extended his hand to me.

 

It meant he would escort me out of the room.

 

He seemed eager to leave this place quickly.

 

When I naturally placed my hand on his, Harman led me straight out of the room.

 

The door closed.

 

The servants who had been quietly watching from outside bowed their heads demurely as if they hadn’t been peeking inside at all.

 

Harman still remained silent.

 

The place he headed toward was none other than the main gate.

 

‘Huh?’

 

Something was strange. This was someone who spoke kindly even when asking guests to leave.

 

But judging by his current behavior, he clearly intended to send me away without saying a word.

 

He walked with long strides, looking only toward the main gate without even glancing back.

 

Though we were holding hands, his pace was so fast it was difficult to keep up with him.

 

‘He’s definitely different from usual somehow.’

 

I stared blankly at his round and neat back of the head.

 

Today’s plan was to examine all the rooms on the first floor.

 

Since I had succeeded, it wouldn’t matter if I went back now. But there was something that continued to make me curious.

 

In the end, I couldn’t hold back.

 

“Duke, then are you going to organize all the clocks that were in the rooms too?”

 

As if it were a lie, Harman stopped walking abruptly.

 

I almost buried my face into his broad back that had suddenly stopped, barely managing to stand my ground by rising on my tiptoes.

 

Harman’s gaze momentarily turned toward his pocket. He seemed to be pondering something deeply.

 

Then he turned his head slightly, showing his profile.

 

“I don’t think there’s a need to hang one more clock.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“Not yet.”

 

Ah, he smiled.

 

But it was a smile whose meaning I couldn’t understand at all. His words were the same.

 

I had thought he seemed different from usual since earlier, and even his smile was somehow different.

 

His lips were definitely pulled up at the corners, but his mouth trembled slightly.

 

A pretty eye smile, but the blue eyes within it weren’t smiling at all.

 

If anything, they were dry, and he definitely didn’t look to be in a good mood.

 

He looked somehow impatient.

 

Because his eyes kept glancing not toward where I was, but to the opposite side.

 

I tilted my head in confusion. But we had already arrived in front of the carriage.

 

“Well then, I’ll see you again next time. Lady Siena.”

 

Only after I got into the carriage did he regain his usual kind smile, but…

 

Even sending away the carriage carrying me seemed somehow hasty.

 

‘Hmm… yes, he has reason to be impatient.’

 

Since I had cleanly resolved the place where the most ominous rumors in the manor had been circulating.

 

Rudian had been the same.

 

Hadn’t she rushed off to see the grandfather clock as soon as she put me in the carriage?

 

I naturally assumed that Harman wouldn’t be watching me and would have hurried into the manor.

 

I just looked out the window to see the Monteville Ducal Estate growing distant.

 

Without much thought.

 

‘…Huh?’

 

I was immediately flustered.

 

Because Harman was still standing in that same spot from before, looking at the carriage.

 

He wasn’t waving his hand or smiling.

 

For some reason, he was staring intently at the carriage.

 

‘Take care?’

 

We were quite far away so there was no way he could see the shape of my mouth, but just in case he might see, I even waved my hand.

 

However, he stood still for a long time as if he had become a frozen doll.

 

Until he completely disappeared from view.

 

* * *

 

“Duke, this is a matter that must be confirmed by today. I request your approval.”

 

“….”

 

“Duke?”

 

Harman gave no response whatsoever.

 

It wasn’t that he was deliberately ignoring him. He seemed so focused on something that he couldn’t hear anything.

 

The butler persistently called out to him, but the moment he followed his gaze.

 

He finally realized he had been too oblivious. He hurriedly folded the report he had been holding open.

 

This was the noble person who had performed an exorcism on the clock room on the first floor.

 

The carriage carrying the noble person hadn’t even disappeared from view yet, and he had presented the report.

 

The butler reflected on how too hasty he had been. He straightened his posture and adjusted his glasses.

 

The clock room was a place that even the head maid, let alone the maids, would cry and wail about never being able to enter.

 

‘That makes sense.’

 

The six chairs surrounding the center.

 

Were the chairs the ghosts of the manor used when having conversations.

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