I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living by Exorcising Them! - Chapter 25

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I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living Through Exorcism! Episode 025

 

Even the butler didn’t know when the chairs in that room had started facing the center.

 

‘Even the Duke… would have felt uncomfortable going in there himself.’

 

No one dared to touch the chairs.

 

They thought that if they carelessly moved them and angered the ghosts, there was no telling what might happen.

 

Lady Siena had moved those chairs to face the wall.

 

So simply it was almost anticlimactic.

 

‘Come to think of it, I don’t see several of the ghosts that were always visible.’

 

After the incident in the greenhouse garden, the manor had been peaceful for a while.

 

That was only temporary, as they had started creeping out again.

 

The moment Siena arrived, they all scattered in different directions.

 

The butler had only spotted about four ghosts today.

 

“Let’s go in.”

 

Harman finally turned around. It was quite a while after the carriage carrying Siena had completely disappeared.

 

“Yes, Duke.”

 

Despite the butler’s contemplation about when to present the report, Harman simply walked past him.

 

However, despite his brisk stride, he hesitated for a moment.

 

It was probably because the room Siena claimed to have exorcised came into view.

 

That too was brief.

 

Harman headed to his office without lingering.

 

He firmly told the butler not to follow him in and locked the door.

 

He leaned against the firmly closed door.

 

“Hah.”

 

It was a sigh close to anger.

 

Harman raised his head to look at the empty ceiling, then took something out of his pocket.

 

Something white and round.

 

It was what had been on the chair and suddenly appeared in Siena’s hands.

 

What she firmly believed to be a magic stone.

 

Harman, staring at the object in his hand, suddenly found himself thinking without realizing it.

 

‘If I had left it alone earlier, Siena would have completely destroyed this.’

 

If that had happened, I wouldn’t have to do this kind of thing anymore—

 

“…”

 

He hesitated. Belatedly realizing the thought he had, he opened a drawer and shoved the object inside.

 

Bang! His expression was impassive, but the sound of closing the drawer was irritated.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Something white suddenly appeared from thin air and flew toward him in an instant.

 

【Harmaaan!】

 

Harman sent a cold gaze as if he had expected this. That Thing flew toward him with both arms outstretched, then stopped around the desk.

 

The corners of That Thing’s eyes drooped. With a suddenly dejected expression, it clasped both hands together.

 

“Didn’t you confidently say you would handle it yourself.”

 

【But if you hadn’t come in earlier-】

 

“In a situation where your medium was discovered? Ha, you should be grateful that I saved you instead.”

 

【….】

 

“What are you planning to do now?”

 

【Well, um….】

 

As he continued to snap at it, That Thing hemmed and hawed, trailing off its words.

 

Harman leaned back crookedly in his chair, looking annoyed.

 

It was his true nature that he never showed in front of others, not even the servants.

 

“More importantly. Where did the others go?”

 

【Well…】

 

That Thing rolled its eyeballs around, trying to break through the situation.

 

The pressure was considerable.

 

Harman’s gaze was too piercing.

 

That Thing thought sweat had formed on its forehead, even though it had been quite a while since it stopped producing such things.

 

Finally, That Thing squeezed its eyes shut and shouted.

 

【Th, that woman! She’s too scary! Everyone’s trembling and hiding!】

 

Hiding! Hiding! Hiding!

 

That Thing’s trembling voice echoed through the office.

 

* * *

 

As soon as I returned, I sent a letter to Rudian.

 

Confessing truthfully about stealing the magic stone.

 

[Count Helkene.

 

I have something to tell you.

 

The magic stone that was in the grandfather clock, I unknowingly brought it with me.

 

I’ll bring it when I visit you next time.

 

I’m sorry. It really wasn’t intentional.]

 

‘Please believe me.’

 

I pressed down my earnest feelings and packed them in.

 

After writing the apology several times, I sent it off with a messenger bird.

 

Since Rudian is a busy person, the reply would probably come in a few days.

 

I planned to stay at ease until the reply came.

 

However, in less than an hour, the messenger bird I had sent returned.

 

Carrying a letter that Rudian had roughly scrawled, tied to its ankle.

 

[Throw it away.]

 

The content was quite brief.

 

‘….’

 

Harman treasured it so much though.

 

Is Rudian different?

 

Well, Harman even tried to use the original Rundane Magic Stones when repairing the walls.

 

Those old-style magic stones that are now questionable to use even in a commoner’s estate.

 

But thinking about how Rudian said Rundane Magic Stones are just big and useless.

 

‘That makes sense.’

 

Replacing magic stones with the latest, highest-grade ones suited Rudian’s personality.

 

I picked up the white, round magic stone that was placed on the table.

 

“So, how do I dispose of this?”

 

I turned it around aimlessly. It was just smooth and round.

 

The crafted magic stones I’d seen before were clean without any rough surfaces, but they looked crude and obviously like magic stones.

 

This didn’t look like a magic stone at all, but rather like the prettiest pebble picked up from the beach.

 

“Did they focus on aesthetic beauty rather than practicality?”

 

Have they pursued external beauty since ancient times? Even magic stones need to be pretty to sell well.

 

It’s not even a decorative item to display, just something to put inside objects!

 

‘Is this really a romance fantasy world with strict beauty standards?’

 

This world. Is it really okay like this?

 

While I was having such trivial thoughts, tea was poured into the teacup with a gentle sound.

 

Bella glanced at the magic stone I was holding, then put down the teapot and sat across from me.

 

I hadn’t noticed because I was focused on the magic stone, but now I could see Bella’s complexion looked strange.

 

‘Did she not sleep properly?’

 

Her eyelids were dark like someone who had a restless night.

 

Bella touched around her eyes and said.

 

“Miss, don’t you usually break magic stones to dispose of them?”

 

“That’s true. But it wouldn’t break even after I hit it several times.”

 

As soon as I received Rudian’s brief reply, I tried to break it.

 

Even if there was magic power left in it, I had no use for it at all. What would I have to fix in my estate?

 

It was just pretty white and smooth trash.

 

“Hmm, it must be quite hard. Is it because it’s an old-style magic stone?”

 

“….”

 

I guess so.

 

The Rundane Magic Stone that went to the Monteville Ducal Estate was also so hard that I couldn’t scratch it at all.

 

I kept my mouth shut, feeling somewhat guilty.

 

Now Bella slowly opened her eyes and pressed down on her eyelids.

 

The color had slightly drained from her face. Her complexion was poor enough to be worrying.

 

“Bella, did you have a restless night?”

 

“Ah, yes. The thing is….”

 

As I thought, she didn’t sleep properly.

 

Bella seemed slightly flustered that I had noticed, trailing off her words.

 

Her mouth kept moving as she hesitated whether to speak or not, then finally moved as if she had made up her mind.

 

“Miss, actually I’ve been having nightmares lately.”

 

“Nightmares?”

 

“Yes. And they’re so vivid!”

 

What kind of nightmares could make her look like she’s half-dead?

 

“I’m definitely sleeping, but my face feels itchy, so when I open my eyes, there’s someone on the ceiling.”

 

Bella stopped mid-sentence, brushed her shoulders, and looked around nervously.

 

It seemed talking about it made her even more frightened.

 

Then she suddenly screamed.

 

“I couldn’t see the face properly, but it always has disheveled purple hair hanging down while grinning!”

 

“….”

 

“If the hair had been just a little longer, it would have touched me, no. No, that’s not right!”

 

Bella shook her head vigorously and came closer to me.

 

She whispered quietly, asking who else could be in the manor besides us.

 

“Could it be that a ghost has appeared in the manor again?”

 

“That’s impossible.”

 

I answered curtly.

 

It really was impossible.

 

‘If there were ghosts, I would have died five times already.’

 

Now I could list reasons why there are no ghosts even with all ten fingers extended, and it would still not be enough. It would be tiresome to explain.

 

But no matter how much I said, it wouldn’t help others feel at ease.

 

Especially someone like Bella who completely believes in the existence of ghosts.

 

‘She listens well to other things, so why won’t she believe me when it comes to ghost stories?’

 

Bella became suddenly dejected and hung her head low.

 

Even so, there wasn’t anything I could do to solve this.

 

‘How does her face look shadowed when she’s standing in sunlight?’

 

To cheer Bella up, I pretended to punch the air and joked around.

 

“Bella, if you’re really worried, should I beat it up again? You said I beat up a ghost before.”

 

“Yes!”

 

But I didn’t expect her to answer so immediately.

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