I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living by Exorcising Them! - Chapter 5

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I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living Through Exorcism! Episode 005

Harman entered the Monteville Ducal Estate.

The smile he had worn at Siena’s manor was nowhere to be found, his expression now dry and emotionless.

There was even a hint of inexplicable annoyance.

“Welcome back, Your Grace.”

Countless servants lined up on both sides of the red carpet, bowing respectfully.

They moved in perfect unison following Harman’s movements, yet made not a single sound.

However, Harman strode toward his office with one eye furrowed in a frown.

As soon as he entered the manor, a piercing noise echoed through his eardrums.

Of course, it was a voice only he could hear.

【How was it, how did it go? I should have followed along after all, shouldn’t I?】

【What if that woman sees us!】

【Then we just kill her.】

Three figures dressed in pure white clothing floating around, no. Things that had once been three people.

They clung to Harman’s arms and hovered above his head, chattering noisily.

Their voices were unpleasant, like fingernails slowly scraping against glass.

Harman continued walking silently, regardless of whatever they were babbling about.

Finally arriving at his office, he spoke in a monotone voice.

“I confirmed that the decorative item was broken.”

The three chattering figures suddenly fell silent.

The one with long dark blonde hair twisted its head 90 degrees and sat lightly on the desk.

【Yes, of course that woman broke it! There’s no way she broke it without knowing…】

【How did she know? Huh? How did that thing know? Let’s kill her.】

【Let’s kill her!】

“…”

Before long, the other two were also circling around, spouting vicious words.

Harman’s lips twitched. He placed both arms on the desk and pressed down on his heavy eyelids.

He recalled what happened a week ago.

The day when that thing, which had been staying in the manor the woman purchased, came fleeing back with a noticeably more transparent body.

【The, the woman… hit me…!】

It completely vanished without even finishing its sentence.

Harman clearly remembered the final moments of that thing as it disappeared like scattered ash.

‘Hit it, what does that even mean.’

Physical force shouldn’t work on ghosts at all.

“Yes, that’s right, Your Grace! The young lady beat up the ghost and made it disappear!”

However, the maid from that place had somehow said exactly the same thing.

That wasn’t the only suspicious thing.

The woman, Siena, was extremely calm.

She dismissed what was clearly the work of ghosts as something that happened because the manor was old.

‘She can definitely see ghosts.’

It was also hard to understand how she purchased a haunted manor as if she’d been waiting for it, right after leaving Baron Alderton’s estate not long ago.

A normal person wouldn’t go live in a haunted manor, would they?

Especially not a manor where sinister incidents had actually occurred because of ghosts.

【So, what are you going to do now, Harman?】

Harman slowly blinked at its question.

What to do? Obviously, he had to kill her.

She was a woman who could become some kind of variable in their plans.

A rather cold voice escaped from his lips.

“I called her to the manor.”

【Really? Here?】

“I don’t know if she’ll come though.”

【Can’t you threaten her to come? We need to check if she can see us!】

【If she can see us, let’s kill her.】

【Let’s kill her right away!】

They circled around Harman noisily, making a fuss.

“Get lost now.”

Harman waved his hand while holding his forehead. Keke. Even so, they didn’t go very far, making eerie laughing sounds.

Harman pressed his forehead firmly and picked up some documents.

“…”

But even while holding the documents, he couldn’t read a single line.

‘She’s the complete opposite of me.’

Unlike me, who gets pushed around by ghosts under the pretext of a plan.

His mind was still directed elsewhere.

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‘I actually came.’

Really, I came to the Monteville Ducal Estate.

Ever since the carriage started moving, my pounding heart wouldn’t calm down at all.

After pressing firmly against my chest, I gently grabbed the curtain covering the window and scanned outside.

Even though no one was watching, I was hiding for no reason with just my eyes peeking out.

Just as the carriage was gradually slowing down.

Before I knew it, the carriage had passed through the main gate and was going through the garden.

But was it just my imagination?

‘It’s a bit gloomy.’

How rude of me to have such thoughts about a well-maintained garden!

I hastily erased the thought from my mind.

In the meantime, a massive manor had somehow filled my entire view.

An elegant exterior that showed the passage of time. The manor made of jet-black marble looked imposing just from sight alone.

When I lowered my gaze slightly, what caught my eye was-

“….”

Harman standing in front of the manor as if waiting for me.

Since we were closer to the manor, I could see his face clearly at a glance.

Beneath his disheveled golden hair, a handsome face was revealed.

I momentarily lost myself staring at him.

‘Isn’t he too handsome?’

Combined with an atmosphere that seemed somehow precarious like someone with a story, I couldn’t regain my composure.

‘Really, being a duke isn’t something just anyone can do… Huh.’

The moment his eyes suddenly looked up and met mine directly, I hastily drew the curtains again.

Not long after, the carriage came to a precise stop. My heart dropped with a thud as well.

‘Stay calm.’

I clenched both fists tightly and took a deep breath.

‘Think of the payment, the payment.’

Honestly, opportunities to receive 6 million francs just for examining a manor once aren’t common.

‘Harman hasn’t gone mad yet.’

He didn’t seem to have lost his reason either, and though he had a somewhat dangerous and precarious atmosphere, he was gentlemanly.

That means there are no dangerous elements at all right now.

So.

‘Just take the 6 million francs and wash my hands of it!’

A few days ago, right after I decided to go to Harman’s manor, I sent him a letter.

Saying I would accept the Duke’s proposal.

Then, in less than an hour, an agent carrying a contract came to the manor and presented the contract.

The contract the agent showed me had exactly 6 million francs written on it!

What Harman had proposed to me was 5 million francs.

When I asked, he said it was a token of gratitude for making a quick decision.

‘Just how precious is this manor?’

I had reluctantly accepted because renovating the manor cost more money than expected, but 6 million francs.

Wasn’t this like a lump of gold suddenly rolling in while I was just sitting still?

Whether Harman goes mad later or not, when he’s offering more than enough money to live on right now, what could be more important than that?

Creak-

Just as I was thinking, the carriage door opened. At the same time, a large hand wearing black gloves was extended before my eyes.

“Lady Siena, I have been waiting for you.”

It was a gentle voice, but one that seemed to suppress something within.

“Hello, Duke Monteville.”

I naturally placed my hand on top of his and looked up.

Blue eyes met my gaze as if they had been waiting.

Something felt strange.

To think I’d receive an escort from the Duke himself now that I’m a commoner, when I couldn’t even properly enjoy such treatment as a noble lady. It was an odd feeling.

I naturally entered the manor, led by Harman’s hand.

“Yesterday, another servant quit their job. They said they saw a ghost in the first floor corridor.”

“In the corridor?”

I asked back while examining the red carpet, the antique central staircase, and decorative items that clearly showed their age.

“Yes. Right here.”

The place Harman pointed to was an ordinary-looking corridor. I tilted my head and examined the corridor.

“…”

“Do you sense something?”

There was one thing I had realized.

I strode forward with large steps. The left corridor of the manor, where tightly locked rooms lined up at regular intervals—the problem here was—

Swoosh!

I pulled the curtains open refreshingly. Sunlight immediately illuminated the corridor brightly.

“How can you keep the curtains drawn so that sunlight doesn’t come in during the day? This is why the manor feels cold. People are supposed to live in sunlight!”

Why on earth would you hang blackout curtains in a south-facing manor!

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