I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living by Exorcising Them! - Chapter 50

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I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living Through Exorcism! Episode 050

 

As soon as I opened the door to the furniture store, I was momentarily startled.

 

The furniture store was packed with customers, when just yesterday there hadn’t been a single one.

 

‘It varies by day, I guess.’

 

No wonder.

 

I did find it strange that such a spacious interior had no customers at all.

 

But the fact that modern furniture was still piled up in one corner remained puzzling.

 

“Welcome! …Wait, just a moment. Aren’t you the people who came yesterday?”

 

The furniture store owner, who had been frantically attending to other customers, rushed over with a surprised expression.

 

Ah, you don’t need to personally attend to us.

 

“Today we just came to buy a bed.”

 

“I’ve been waiting for you two to come back!”

 

“Huh? For us?”

 

“Yes, of course. First, let me escort you this way!”

 

What, did we win some kind of 10,000th visitor event or something?

 

But I couldn’t hear any further explanation. He just guided us inside with a beaming face.

 

We arrived at the section filled with beds. The furniture store owner spun around.

 

“Is there a particular bed you’re looking for?”

 

“Um, may I look around myself?”

 

“Ah, please do.”

 

He maintained a kind smile while gently backing away from me.

 

I clasped my hands behind my back and examined the beds thoroughly with sharp eyes. I could hear quiet conversation behind me.

 

“Excuse me, but what does she do that she’s examining beds so carefully?”

 

“The young lady is looking for a bed that ghosts won’t possess.”

 

“What?! Oh, sorry for suddenly shouting!”

 

I can hear everything, everything.

 

“Th-then could she be the Strong Young Lady who’s been rumored about in the capital lately…?”

 

“Yes, that’s our young lady.”

 

“I-I knew it, that’s why…!”

 

Hey, whispering doesn’t help when your voices echo like that.

 

It’s like you’re whispering right into my ear.

 

It seemed like Sir Zeros was proudly talking about me, but I listened with one ear and let it go out the other.

 

“She’s not the Strong Young Lady, she’s an exorcist.”

 

“…Ah, I see!”

 

I corrected the title, though.

 

I hadn’t planned on revealing that I’m an exorcist yet, but it’ll all be known soon anyway, so it doesn’t matter.

 

No wait, it’s actually time to reveal it now.

 

Since there’s nothing to worry about, I can proudly spread rumors that I’m an exorcist, right?

 

More importantly, there was an unexpected obstacle.

 

‘Ugh, this is work too.’

 

Actually, I was the type who thought anything modern would be fine.

 

But Viscount Morgon’s estate needed a bit more consideration.

 

‘Of all times, many servants saw a ghost yesterday.’

 

Not just servants either.

 

Even the Viscount’s wife saw it, so wouldn’t it be better to block anything that might look like a ghost in advance?

 

‘A white bed is absolutely out of the question.’

 

Make them think of the white-haired ghost again? Rejected.

 

A black bed is rejected since black hair is the most common thing people think of when they hear ‘ghost.’

 

Frilly decorations or canopies would be perfect for mistaking as ghost clothes fluttering in empty air.

 

Rejected, rejected, rejected!

 

This won’t work for this reason, that won’t work for that reason…

 

Then there was exactly one bed left.

 

“I’ll take that one!”

 

My index finger pointed to a bed shoved in the very back corner of the furniture store.

 

Then the furniture store manager and Sir Zeros, who had been waiting quietly, both looked at me simultaneously.

 

As if they couldn’t believe it.

 

“That, that bed, Exorcist?”

 

“Miss, how about reconsidering?”

 

“That’s the best choice.”

 

If the bed was any solid color, there could be situations where it might be mistaken for a ghost for whatever reason.

 

Nobles have such brilliant hair colors, so why would ghosts be any different?

 

‘But there’s no way hair could be rainbow-colored, right?’

 

That’s right.

 

What I chose was a bed where the pillow and blanket were all made in colorful rainbow colors.

 

‘Honestly, mistaking a rainbow-colored bed for a ghost would be ridiculous.’

 

Even if there was one, it probably wouldn’t be very scary.

 

I emphasized once more. My tightly stretched index finger pointed perfectly at the rainbow-colored bed.

 

“No, that’s the only option!”

 

Did they realize from my firm tone that I couldn’t be swayed? Both of them stopped asking questions.

 

While Sir Zeros was moving the bed, I handed paper money to the furniture store owner.

 

“Could you check if the amount is correct?”

 

But something was strange.

 

The furniture store owner’s hand extended toward me was shaking like crazy.

 

Flutter.

 

Eventually, the paper money fell from his hand and scattered on the floor.

 

“S-sorry.”

 

“It’s fine, I’ll pick it up.”

 

“No! I’ll pick it up!”

 

As soon as I bent my upper body slightly, the furniture store owner rushed out frantically and knelt down.

 

It wasn’t an exaggeration—he really just dropped to his knees!

 

‘Do I really need to go this far?’

 

As I stood there awkwardly watching, he picked up the paper money with trembling hands.

 

He even kept glancing at me.

 

‘…?’

 

Why does he keep looking at me?

 

He’s hesitating like he wants to say something….

 

“Do you perhaps have something to say to me?”

 

“Yes? Well….”

 

As if I’d hit the mark, he looked up at me then hurriedly buried his head down.

 

After confirming that the bed was almost completely loaded into the carriage’s cargo compartment, he spoke with a trembling voice.

 

“Exorcist, you exorcised the ghost that was here, didn’t you?”

 

“…Excuse me?”

 

It wasn’t a visitor event prize?

 

…No, that’s not the point.

 

This is confusing.

 

It really was confusing.

 

And for good reason—even in the original story, while rumors of being ‘haunted’ spread throughout the entire capital, shops like this weren’t greatly affected.

 

After all, they were on streets where people commonly passed by!

 

The only things that went to auction at dirt cheap prices were grand mansions that were difficult to manage because all the servants had fled.

 

But what’s this—

 

“Customers stopped coming completely about a month ago. Right from the day I had sleep paralysis.”

 

That’s quite a remarkably strange coincidence.

 

Would it be terribly rude to say that customers probably didn’t stop coming because of that nightmare?

 

‘More importantly, how long is he planning to stay on his knees?’

 

Customers who had been browsing furniture were gradually coming this way.

 

What if I get mistaken for a troublesome customer at this rate!

 

“I see. Then how about standing up now?”

 

“But yesterday, after you bought something from our shop, the ghost didn’t appear in my dreams. I had a feeling, and sure enough, customers came flooding in today like this!”

 

“Ah.”

 

When I gave a halfhearted response, he looked up at me with deep emotion. He still didn’t seem to have any intention of standing up.

 

“Thanks to you coming to our shop, the ghost was exorcised! Right?”

 

“Exorcist?”

 

“Didn’t he just say exorcist?”

 

“He exorcised the ghost that was here?”

 

The excited furniture store owner’s outcry was tantamount to advertising ‘There’s an exorcist here!’

 

The customers who had drawn closer—nobles, judging by how they wore jeweled brooches and fluttered fans even for light outings—looked at me and whispered among themselves.

 

‘What do these people think exorcists are?’

 

Do they think exorcism happens just by being present where there’s a ghost?

 

How does that make any sense?

 

Well… actually, I’m grateful they’re spreading rumors like this.

 

‘But right now, it’s a bit troublesome.’

 

Didn’t I refuse dinner with Harman saying I was going to Viscount Morgon’s estate!

 

I could feel the murmuring sounds gradually getting closer.

 

I glanced toward the shop’s large window.

 

Sir Zeros, who had already completely loaded the bed into the carriage, was looking this way with an expression of bewilderment.

 

In other words, he was looking back and forth between the furniture store owner kneeling before me, myself, and the nobles sneaking up behind me.

 

We exchanged glances. Without saying anything, we both knew what we had to do.

 

I quickly greeted the furniture store owner and turned my body.

 

“That’s wonderful. I hope your shop continues to prosper!”

 

“Ex, Exorcist!”

 

“Wait a moment!”

 

Someone’s outstretched hand from behind barely grazed my hair.

 

Sir Zeros, who had opened the carriage door in advance, hurriedly got me into the carriage and sat next to the coachman.

 

“Exorcist!”

 

The nobles who came out of the furniture store called out to me pitifully.

 

I opened the window of the moving carriage and shouted toward those growing distant.

 

“Those who want exorcisms, please check the weekly magazine soon! By the way, there are already about five people backed up!”

 

Several who had been running as if to chase the carriage stopped walking with blank faces.

 

I smiled leisurely and closed the window.

 

I should make business cards soon and do proper advertising.

 

After I finish handling all the urgent matters first.

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