I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living by Exorcising Them! - Chapter 55

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I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living Through Exorcism! Episode 055

 

The fact that he was speaking seriously, not joking, made it truly alarming.

 

Who on earth analyzes sentences by breaking them down one by one like this?

 

Sorry to Rudian, but I don’t think she would have written with such deep thought.

 

“Sir, look at this part below.”

 

Having lost the will to argue, I rubbed my temples and pointed downward.

 

[On days like this, I suddenly remembered how you always told me it would be good for you to bring an umbrella.]

 

“It’s saying that on days when it looked like rain, you kindly looked after the Count, so why does it become like that?”

 

“…I see.”

 

“…”

 

If you’re going to be shy, don’t bring it up in the first place.

 

Don’t say such strange things.

 

After that, Sir Zeros’s bizarre letter interpretations showed no signs of ending.

 

“Lady Siena, ‘Last night the moon was so round and bright, and somehow I thought it resembled your face.’ This sentence here.”

 

“Yes.”

 

I’m already feeling anxious.

 

“Do you also think my face is very round?”

 

“…What?”

 

“I understand that women don’t prefer round faces. I heard they rather like sharp jawlines, so I’m really worried.”

 

Yes, sharp jawlines.

 

That’s you, though.

 

“That’s not all. This sentence below…”

 

Was Sir Zeros always this talkative? I gradually felt dizzy from his endless misinterpretations.

 

At this rate, would we even be able to send a reply today? I hurriedly covered the letter.

 

“Instead of doing this, let’s think differently. There’s something you’re good at, Sir.”

 

“Something I’m good at?”

 

“Yes, empathy! Empathy!”

 

I scanned the letter paper where he had repeatedly written and erased multiple times.

 

‘He’s already written the greeting.’

 

The problem is that everything after that has been erased.

 

“‘Seeing the gloomy weather at dawn, I thought of you too, Count. I wondered if you had brought an umbrella.’ How about something like this?”

 

Sir Zeros’s complexion brightened for the first time.

 

Though it was very brief.

 

“But what if he finds out that I like the Count?”

 

“If he finds out, then he finds out.”

 

“…That won’t do.”

 

“What? Why not? What’s wrong with that?”

 

Or could it be that Rudian has another man?

 

Sorry again, but that didn’t seem likely either?

 

“From the beginning, it was wrong for someone of common birth like me to harbor feelings for someone who accepted me just because I was good with a sword. Oh, of course I’m not looking down on commoners. Please don’t misunderstand—”

 

“What? Sir Zeros, you were born a commoner?!”

 

I jumped up in surprise. A flustered Sir Zeros looked up at me.

 

“Yes, that’s right. Besides me, there are quite a few knights of common birth in Count Helkene’s house. The Count only looks at swordsmanship skills and character when selecting knights.”

 

Sir Zeros smiled bashfully.

 

As if he had completely forgotten what he had been talking about just moments ago.

 

‘Oh ho.’

 

I already knew that Rudian, despite her rough way of speaking, didn’t discriminate against people.

 

‘I had no idea that the guard knight she entrusted her back to for five years was also a commoner.’

 

As I quietly sat back down, Sir Zeros began scribbling his letter.

 

My gaze, which had been watching the quill pen moving more smoothly than before, suddenly lingered on his red hair.

 

“Sir Zeros, do you know something?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“If you flip Count Helkene’s hair and eye color around, it becomes your eye and hair color.”

 

Ah, the quill pen stopped.

 

As soon as I saw Sir Zeros’s profile turning reddish again, I left the room.

 

When people fall in love, they just become idiots.

 

And so Sir Zeros completed his reply letter that took several hours.

 

I sent it off with a messenger bird along with three other letters.

 

That is, the reply letters to send to Harman and Grace.

 

The schedule was arranged very smoothly.

 

I would see Harman in two days, and Grace in three days.

 

No matter how I looked at it, it was truly a perfect plan.

 

It definitely was…

 

* * *

 

Thud. The letter in my hand fell limply downward.

 

“…Bella, where did you say this letter was?”

 

“It was stuck in the brick wall next to the main gate. What should we do!”

 

Bella’s reflection in the mirror had turned pale as she stamped her feet.

 

She said she found the letter when she went to get the morning newspaper after stopping in the middle of combing my hair.

 

Moreover, the date written on this letter envelope. It’s not today, but yesterday.

 

For some reason, I only confirmed the letter Rudian sent yesterday at dawn today!

 

“Count Helkene’s messenger bird must have delivered it wrong. It’s not your fault, so calm down.”

 

“But today is…!”

 

“…”

 

In the end, I couldn’t comfort Bella to the very end.

 

In fact, I was the most troubled one right now.

 

If you were to ask why I was making such a fuss over reading a letter just one day late…

 

Today was the day.

 

The day Harman and I were supposed to have lunch together at the Monteville Ducal Estate for the very first time!

 

The letter Rudian sent was ominous from the very first line.

 

[Miss Siena. Your tea time with that commoner is the day after tomorrow.]

 

So, from yesterday’s perspective when Rudian sent the letter, it was the day after tomorrow.

 

She was referring to the tea time that would be tomorrow from today’s standpoint.

 

‘Something’s strange.’

 

It was a strong intuition.

 

A strange, ominous feeling that somehow everything was going to fall apart.

 

I had expressed my gratitude and said I had no choice but to go because of Marquis Fainen.

 

‘But why is she bringing up the tea time again?’

 

Moreover, I had never mentioned the exact schedule, only not denied that I would have tea time.

 

But Rudian mentioned as if it were natural that I would have tea time with Grace tomorrow.

 

I picked up the letter again with trembling hands.

 

I forced myself to read on, holding back my gaze that instinctively kept refusing to read.

 

[I came a day earlier, so I win.]

 

“What?”

 

This time a question burst out audibly.

 

A day earlier? I couldn’t understand and repeated it several times.

 

‘…’

 

I think I’m really screwed?

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Knock knock-

 

At the knocking sound from the main gate, we stopped what we were doing.

 

Though it was less than 10 seconds.

 

Bang bang bang-!

 

The guest who had suddenly come to my estate seemed to lack patience and pounded on the door loudly.

 

So much so that I wondered if they were kicking it with their feet.

 

There was no time to think. I grabbed the hem of my dress and quickly left the room.

 

“Oh? Miss, are you going to open it yourself?”

 

“Yes!”

 

“What about your hair? You haven’t finished it yet!”

 

“This is more urgent!”

 

Normally I would have asked Bella to check who had come, but I couldn’t.

 

Especially since Rudian’s letter had just cut off abruptly there.

 

As I came down the stairs, Sir Zeros was already standing in front of the door. He seemed to have already identified the guest.

 

Even from his profile, his flustered state was clearly evident.

 

Bang bang bang bang-!

 

The knocking was still loud and persistent.

 

“Miss Siena!”

 

And the booming voice that followed was Rudian’s, which I had desperately hoped it wouldn’t be.

 

“….”

 

Fine, I don’t mind her coming unannounced.

 

I can understand her excitement since I’m her first friend.

 

‘But why today of all days!’

 

I was on the verge of getting a headache.

 

She knows when I have tea time with Grace, so why doesn’t she know I have plans with Harman today?

 

“Miss Siena!”

 

From beyond the door came the continued sound of irritated knocking.

 

I gripped my dress tightly. I had already made up my mind firmly.

 

‘I’m really sorry, but not today.’

 

Not even if the sky split in two, not even if the sun rose in the west….

 

Anyway, absolutely not, no matter what happens.

 

I opened the door and began to speak at the same time.

 

“Hello, Count Helkene. I’m sorry, but today-”

 

However, my firm resolve to refuse was rendered useless.

 

Like someone who had eaten honey and lost their voice, I swallowed my words as wrinkled hands suddenly reached out and grabbed my cheeks.

 

It happened in the blink of an eye.

 

“Oh my, Miss Siena! Look how thin you’ve gotten!”

 

“….”

 

“I heard you’ve been busy lately. Is that why you haven’t been eating properly?”

 

With both my cheeks squished, I could neither cry nor laugh.

 

I eventually squeezed my eyes shut.

 

I couldn’t bear the wistful gaze that looked at me like a granddaughter who hadn’t eaten for days, and the rough hands stroking my cheeks.

 

“Our Didi♡ sent various things and told me not to worry. But this won’t do. I’ll have to cook for you myself today.”

 

“What? Oh, um….”

 

Led by Rudian, her parents had entered my estate.

 

It really happened in an instant.

 

‘…How can this really be happening?’

 

Actually, if I had just properly checked the letter yesterday, I could have refused by saying today was absolutely impossible and that would have been the end of it.

 

It felt like the entire world was trying to keep Harman and me apart.

 

It was such an absurd thought that anyone who heard it would laugh, but right now I was that serious about it.

 

Yes, so.

 

Not only Rudian, but the previous Count couple had come together as well….

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