I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living by Exorcising Them! - Chapter 73
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I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, But I Make a Living Through Exorcism! Episode 073
[Duke, I really love both outfits you gave me as gifts! ♡
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Then I’ll see you next Tuesday for lunch!]
Harman, who had been concentrating on reading the letters that filled the letter paper densely, relaxed his body.
Not only did he chuckle, but a light smile also hung on his lips, though he himself was unaware of it.
But even after finishing reading the letter, something bothered him.
He looked down at the letter paper placed on his desk for a long time. One eyebrow shot up.
‘What does this mean?’
[I really love them! ♡]
His straight index finger tapped a certain part. It was none other than the symbol at the end.
‘Isn’t this a… secret symbol used between lovers to express affection?’
No matter how much he looked at it, he couldn’t understand why such a symbol was attached-
The tapping hand stopped.
“….”
‘This is just a thank you greeting.’
Right, it’s just something written at length because she was very grateful for the gifts. What meaning was he trying to attach to this?
Harman’s gaze moved to his own hand. More precisely, it was his hand wearing black gloves.
The moment something came to mind, his brow immediately furrowed.
“Duke, I hope you get better soon.”
Even though she whispered it, she said such things secretly in front of everyone.
The letter didn’t even have a simple greeting asking ‘how is your hand?’
…Of course, he didn’t expect such a thing either.
Harman neatly folded the letter and put it in the drawer.
Another letter went into the drawer already full of Siena’s letters.
Whether he was deliberately ignoring this fact or truly didn’t know, Harman simply put it in the drawer indifferently.
Then he wrote a very brief reply.
[Then I’ll see you next Tuesday for lunch. I’m very much looking forward to it.]
Now he just needed to send it to Siena through the messenger bird-
“…!”
Harman staggered, clutching his head as a sudden headache struck.
It was pain as if his head had been split in half right then and there.
Sitting in his chair and barely avoiding falling over, he groaned with his head lowered.
Then.
<Kyaaaah!>
A chilling scream came from somewhere.
It wasn’t a scream heard through his ears. It was more like a sound that directly touched his soul.
‘The spirits?’
But he had never heard the spirits’ voices in this way before.
Was he now even having auditory hallucinations? Just as he was about to let out a bitter laugh-
<Th, that thing is at that woman’s estate…!>
The voice came again.
‘What?’
He tried to concentrate urgently, but no more sounds came after that.
Instead, a strange realization he had never felt before came to him.
It had suddenly been annihilated.
One of the spirits in his estate.
* * *
Harman hastily opened the door to the greenhouse garden.
The moment the door opened, what hit his face wasn’t the warm, humid air of the greenhouse, but cool air.
Harman familiarly stepped into that air.
Into the gorgeously blooming greenhouse, to where the spirits were making eerie sounds.
<Kiiiek- kkeok- kkeok kkeok->
<Kkeokkeokgeok- kkeok->
Seeing those already pale things in white clothes acting like this….
‘It’s no different from a funeral house.’
No, maybe it is a funeral house.
They all died long ago anyway.
Harman, who had carefully closed the door lest someone enter, strode inside.
“What happened? Tell me why Ruid suddenly got annihilated.”
The spirits finally turned around in shock. Their faces were pale with fright.
<Ha, Harman! How, how do you know that?>
Their already white faces turned so white it was hard to look at.
They had been frantically mourning and didn’t even notice Harman had entered.
They couldn’t even shed tears and had been wailing so much that only the whites of their eyes had turned bright red.
Instead of frowning, Harman calmly pointed to his temple.
“It echoed in my head.”
<….>
The atmosphere became remarkably cold.
For a brief moment, the spirits exchanged glances.
Harman keenly observed the atmosphere among the spirits and asked again, pretending not to know.
“Aren’t you going to tell me what happened?”
Then Calidis hurriedly stepped forward.
It seemed like he had no choice but to come out since the spirits’ gazes were focused on him.
<Harman, you decided to keep that woman alive just in case, remember?>
“Right. Because there’s no guarantee there will be another person immune to the Emperor’s magic. But why are you bringing up something that’s already settled?”
<Well….>
Calidis stopped mid-sentence and hesitated, fidgeting with his hands.
<Earlier, Ruid attached himself to the outfit you sent to that woman’s house. He said he wanted to torment that woman even a little.>
“Yeah, so?”
Calidis, who couldn’t bear Harman’s gaze at all, squeezed his eyes shut.
<He got annihilated without even entering the estate! That woman must have done something again!>
<Harman, can’t we just kill that woman?>
<Let’s kill her, please!>
“…Ha.”
Watching the spirits who had been holding their breath follow Calidis and burst out in indignation one by one, Harman was about to hold his forehead.
‘Didn’t they say before that we should keep Siena alive because she can block the Emperor’s magic?’
Ruid was the one who attached himself to the outfit on his own, so why blame Siena….
But the words Ruid said just before being annihilated suddenly flashed through his mind.
<Th, that thing is at that woman’s estate…!>
…What exactly is there?
* * *
I had been stacking letters that arrived from early dawn on the table when I accidentally twisted my hand.
With just one mistake, the tower of stacked letters came tumbling down.
‘I didn’t know it would be this much though.’
It had been barely a day since my information appeared in the weekly magazine.
No, to be precise, it hadn’t even been a full day.
The name ‘Exorcist Siena’ appeared in today’s weekly magazine.
‘Just how many letters are these?’
Grace had written a full two pages in a major newspaper company’s weekly magazine to promote ‘Exorcist Siena’.
[The Empire’s one and only! The greatest exorcist Siena!
Any ghost trembles and runs away the moment she appears?]
‘The promotional copy seems a bit excessive though….’
Well, I’m in a position where I just sit back and reap the benefits, so I don’t really have anything to complain about.
Just then, I suddenly felt a moist sensation on my thigh.
Sniff sniff, Bokdeungi had buried his nose under my thigh and was smelling something.
It was the letter that had fallen under the table.
“Bokdeungi, sit.”
When I spoke firmly, Bokdeungi, who had been flaring his nostrils, pressed his legs together. He sat down with his bottom on the floor.
“Down.”
“Woof!”
“Roll over!”
That’s right, good job.
And the last one….
“Bang!”
“Wooowww.”
When I made my hand into a gun shape and pretended to shoot, Bokdeungi immediately showed his belly and flopped down.
He didn’t forget to make whimpering sounds too.
‘My baby. He’s a prodigy.’
No, he’s a genius dog!
How long has he been here and he already understands commands?
I was worried he might cause a huge incident and give me headaches like when the dress shop madam came, but since then he’s been as gentle as a lamb.
Maybe it’s because I play with him with toys and take him on walks whenever I have time.
I tried training him just in case, and he learned immediately!
His previous owner might have trained him, but anyway, he’s definitely a genius dog.
I’m a bit worried he might suddenly cause an accident though-
“Grrrowl, woof!”
…I wasn’t telling you to cause an accident right now though.
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