I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living by Exorcising Them! - Chapter 49

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I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living Through Exorcism! Episode 049

 

[Breaking News: Ghost Sightings Rapidly Increasing in the Capital…]

 

What’s this, all of a sudden?

 

It had only been a day since Grace left, so I thought there wouldn’t be any articles about Grace and Marquis Fainen in today’s morning newspaper.

 

But I never expected to see ghost stories written out of nowhere.

 

‘Is it okay for newspapers to do this?’

 

To boldly place a topic that would only come up during nobles’ tea time on the front page.

 

‘Are they in their right mind?’

 

Is it okay to write articles about unconfirmed rumors?

 

But did newspapers publish articles like this in the original story too?

 

I skimmed through the article containing vivid testimonies from servants who had fled noble estates, then shifted my gaze to the letter Bella had handed me.

 

I had received a total of two letters this morning.

 

One was from Viscount Morgon, the other was sent by Harman.

 

Seeing how Harman sent a letter at just the right timing, it might be related to this article.

 

However, Viscount Morgon’s letter was the immediate priority.

 

I had exchanged letters with Viscount Morgon several times through Bella.

 

‘It was good that I told him in advance since the necklace matter was being resolved well.’

 

Even though I had told him I was a commoner, he didn’t treat me carelessly at all and continued to use polite honorifics.

 

He was even someone who said he would wait until I finished my preparations.

 

‘Why did he send a letter so urgently?’

 

To send a letter to Viscount Morgon at the exact time when an article about ghost rumors with ‘breaking news’ appeared.

 

It wasn’t a good sign.

 

Especially since Bella was trembling as she read a letter from her friend working at Viscount Morgon’s Estate.

 

I hurriedly tore open Viscount Morgon’s letter.

 

[Dear Exorcist, I said I would wait, but I’m truly sorry for changing my words now.

 

Could you possibly perform the exorcism we discussed before today, right away?

 

Yesterday, the manor was in chaos because of the ghost.

 

There are more than just one or two servants who have seen the ghost. My wife has been unable to sleep for a week now, trembling with anxiety.

 

I know it’s not proper etiquette to make such an urgent request, but I earnestly beg of you.]

 

…This is making me feel gloomy too.

 

When you read a letter, you naturally feel the emotions from that person’s handwriting.

 

The handwriting that was initially flowing and elegant gradually became crooked, and by the end, the ink was smudged in places.

 

It meant he wrote the letter while tears were streaming down.

 

And he sent it without even having time to check it again.

 

‘I really need to visit now.’

 

But what on earth could have happened for it to be chaotic enough because of a ghost?

 

It’s easier to solve things when you have some understanding of the situation rather than going in completely blind.

 

Just then, Bella approached me, sniffling.

 

In Bella’s hand as she wiped away tears was still her friend’s letter.

 

“Bella. Does it say what happened?”

 

“At the Viscount’s estate, a white-haired female ghost wanders around every night… Yesterday, it wasn’t just one or two people who saw that ghost during the day, so it caused quite a commotion!”

 

“What?”

 

This is a type I’ve never encountered before.

 

“The Viscount’s wife has been having frequent nightmares and suffering from insomnia lately, so she tried to change the position of her bed.”

 

“Yeah, and then?”

 

“But that ghost was sitting on the bed with its white hair hanging down!”

 

“During the day?”

 

“Yes! So no one can enter the Viscount couple’s room!”

 

After saying this, Bella seemed to get scared and grabbed onto my arm. I was used to it. I calmly fell into thought.

 

It didn’t take long to think it through.

 

“Bella.”

 

“…Yes, Miss.”

 

“I have something to ask your friend. Send a letter right away.”

 

Bella, who had been sniffling, stared blankly for a moment before bringing letter paper.

 

“Ask if that bed happens to be a white bed. Oh, and whether it has a white canopy too.”

 

“Huh? Understood.”

 

She didn’t know the reason, but seemed to sense that I had something in mind.

 

The reply came back quickly.

 

Bella hurriedly read the letter and looked at me with a surprised expression.

 

“Miss! It’s a white bed with a white canopy, everything matches. How did you know?”

 

Even Sir Zeros, who had been standing stiffly without any sign of presence like yesterday, widened his eyes and showed his first reaction today.

 

“As expected, I thought so.”

 

“But what does this have to do with the ghost?”

 

“There’s such a thing. First, I need to send a letter to Viscount Morgon.”

 

“Then are you going straight to the Viscount’s estate?”

 

Bella asked excitedly without knowing what it was about.

 

“No, I need to stop by a furniture store first.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“I need to buy a new bed to place at the Viscount’s estate.”

 

“…?”

 

Obviously, they must have mistaken the canopy for something else.

 

I had been wondering if the servants had actually gotten hurt.

 

The solution was simple. Just get rid of the Viscount couple’s old bed immediately.

 

‘No, it would be better to burn it completely. Just like we did at Count Helkene’s estate.’

 

And then bring in a new bed!

 

I sent a letter to Viscount Morgon listing all my plans as they were.

 

Of course, I exaggerated a little.

 

I said that since a ghost was attached to the problematic bed, we should burn it to perform a thorough exorcism.

 

Instead, I also said I would bring a new bed that ghosts would absolutely never possess.

 

Then a cheerful reply came back.

 

[Of course, Exorcist!

 

Then we’ll prepare the fire separately.

 

But I’m sorry… since most of the servants who saw the ghost sitting on the bed, no one is willing to move the bed outside.]

 

‘That doesn’t matter.’

 

I gazed at Sir Zeros with profound eyes.

 

Perhaps sensing that something was wrong, Sir Zeros’ complexion rapidly turned pale.

 

“Why… are you looking at me like that?”

 

“Sir Zeros. We’re going to buy a bed from our furniture store and go to Viscount Morgon’s estate.”

 

“Yes, I understand.”

 

He says he understands, but his voice is trembling.

 

I deliberately stared at him even more intently. I even rested my chin on my hand.

 

“Aren’t you curious about what comes next? This is where it gets important.”

 

“…”

 

I heard a sighing sound.

 

Looks like he’s given up.

 

“We’re going to personally take out the bed in the Viscount couple’s bedroom and burn it.”

 

“The ghost-possessed bed, right.”

 

“That’s right.”

 

His sigh grew deeper.

 

A guard knight, not bad?

 

Thanks to this, I’ll look more professional when I visit for exorcisms.

 

“Bella, could you call a carriage?”

 

“Yes!”

 

Everything proceeded smoothly.

 

I deliberately pretended not to notice Sir Zeros sighing loudly and folded Viscount Morgon’s letter.

 

‘Oh, right.’

 

Then, because the Viscount Morgon matter was so urgent, I discovered Harman’s letter that I had temporarily set aside and completely forgotten about.

 

‘I almost went out without reading it at all!’

 

Normally, I would have been so excited to read it the moment I saw it!

 

I hastily tore open the envelope with its antique texture.

 

[Lady Siena, the weather is very nice today.

 

Seeing the dish that resembles Lady’s eyes has arrived reminded me of you, so I’m sending this letter.

 

If Lady doesn’t mind, I would like to ask if you would consider dining at my estate today.]

 

It was about having lunch at the Monteville Ducal Estate.

 

‘Plates that resemble my eyes.’

 

Including greetings in a letter was basic etiquette.

 

But perhaps because he specifically mentioned my eyes, my chest felt ticklish.

 

Enough to make me want to say I’d come right away.

 

‘But…! Not today.’

 

Who knows what might happen at Viscount Morgon’s estate.

 

Not only was Viscount Morgon’s situation serious, but I had also emptied my emergency funds yesterday to buy plates, so I couldn’t postpone it.

 

I wrote a regretful reply declining the invitation.

 

* * *

 

“Duke, as you commanded, we have replaced all the plates in the manor with emerald plates.”

 

“Well done.”

 

Harman briefly looked at the butler who was bowing his head.

 

Behind him, servants were carefully carrying the plates.

 

“Please enjoy your meal comfortably… Ah. Lady Siena’s reply has arrived.”

 

While the butler glanced out the window to check and left to bring the letter, Harman stared at the emerald plates being placed one by one on the dining table.

 

As he had written in the letter he sent to Siena, he thought of her eyes.

 

Naturally, what happened yesterday came vividly to mind.

 

It wasn’t just coming to mind now. Even after returning home yesterday, and throughout last night, he kept mulling it over repeatedly.

 

“That damn bastard, no. I really hate Baron Alderton, but I’m grateful he gave me these eyes. They’re honestly pretty.”

 

‘No matter how pretty her own eyes are, how can she feel grateful toward Baron Alderton?’

 

Well, the Baron’s eyes were a rotten grass-like color, dark and murky.

 

Siena’s eyes had a color dozens of times more brilliant than those plates. Perhaps even more than real emeralds…

 

“…”

 

Harman shook his head.

 

This wasn’t the time to be thinking about such things.

 

Right, that woman.

 

She had eliminated what was sitting on her shoulder with just a punch… no, just brushing it off with her hand.

 

‘The fact that she did it in front of me must mean she thinks I can’t see anything.’

 

Harman leaned against the wall in a relaxed posture.

 

There was still an unresolved question.

 

Going back a bit further in time, when he had looked outside the restaurant terrace.

 

There was already a ghost sitting on Siena’s shoulder as she cheerfully waved her hand.

 

‘But why didn’t she exorcise it beforehand?’

 

Was there really a need to come all the way to the restaurant to perform the exorcism?

 

‘Could it be that woman can’t see ghosts…?’

 

【Harman!】

 

He stopped thinking.

 

Because That Thing had suddenly approached from behind.

 

Hearing its annoying voice without warning was enough to give him a headache.

 

Unaware of this, That Thing circled around Harman.

 

【The servants were whispering that your mood seems to have changed a bit, did you know?】

 

“Of course, since I bought so many emerald plates.”

 

That Thing’s restless movements stopped.

 

That Thing followed Harman’s gaze and stared at the emerald plates. It snickered, perhaps thinking about what was to come.

 

【Well, anyway. Are you sure that woman is coming today?】

 

“She’s fallen for me, so there’s no way she wouldn’t come.”

 

【Then that’s good… what?】

 

The flustered Thing thrust its face toward Harman.

 

Normally, That Thing should have received a sharp retort, but it didn’t.

 

Instead, Harman spoke seriously.

 

“She bought blue plates saying they looked exactly like my eyes, and her face turned red from embarrassment. She definitely likes me.”

 

【Hmm…】

 

When Harman smiled eerily, That Thing tilted its head with a puzzled expression.

 

However.

 

“Duke, this is Lady Siena’s reply letter.”

 

The letter the butler brought made both of them look like they had just been making a fuss over nothing.

 

[Duke, I’m sorry, but today won’t work-]

 

Crumple.

 

The letter, not even fully read, was crumpled along with Harman’s furrowed brow.

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