My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 119

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Unlike the Duke who wasn’t very manly, I readily accepted the conditions.

“Lady Evangeline. May I guide you to the room where you’ll be staying now?”

Rico checked the time and said the Duke needed to attend to his backlogged work, then helped me to my feet. Finally going to rest. Agera had whined for them to prepare Amaranth’s room, but I wasn’t sure if Rico would grant that request.

I entered the room he guided me to and surveyed the interior. It was quite a luxurious room. It seemed like all the dust had been wiped away and cleaned, but I could tell from the aged furniture that the room had been empty for a long time.

“Is this the room Mother used?”

“Yes. This is Lady Amaranth’s room.”

It was truly admirable that he didn’t speak with a forked tongue. He really did clean it for me. I looked at Rico with slight surprise.

“What about lunch today?”

“Today is fine. Instead, could you bring me some snacks?”

“Yes. I’ll have a child who will attend to you during your stay bring them.”

Rico gave a light bow and left the room. After hearing his footsteps fade into the distance, I rolled up my sleeves in earnest. Time to ransack the room and dig up Amaranth’s diary.

‘There’s nothing here.’

I searched for quite a while but came up completely empty-handed. There weren’t even any useful items, as if Rico had cleared everything away while cleaning the room. I just wasted time. I was lying on the sofa completely drained when I heard knocking from outside. It seemed like the person Rico mentioned had arrived.

“Come in.”

A maid entered, keeping her eyes downcast and bowing deeply. The discipline here is really well-maintained…

“What’s your name?”

“H-Hazel, miss. I was terribly rude in the greenhouse earlier.”

So it’s Hazel. From the way she’s speaking, she must be one of the maids who was in the greenhouse during the day. Not the one who pulled away the cloth though.

Hazel seemed terrified, breaking out in cold sweat and unable to meet my eyes. Or wait? Her face is so pale – is she sick?

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, not at all!”

Hazel shook her head vigorously in denial.

“While breaking out in cold sweat like this?”

“This is, well, just from being nervous…”

Hazel denied it strongly. The way she’s desperately clinging to this is extremely suspicious… She’s clearly hiding something. Rico probably ordered her to watch closely what I do and report all my activities, didn’t he?

“If you’re unwell, I don’t mind calling for another maid.”

“I’m really fine! I’m perfectly capable of assisting Lady Evangeline. I’m completely healthy, so please don’t replace me with someone else!”

So that’s how it is. They didn’t assign me a maid – they assigned me surveillance. Well, even if I changed maids, the same orders would obviously be given, so there was no reason to make a fuss about replacing her.

“Alright. I’m counting on you.”

When I finally agreed, Hazel visibly relaxed. Oh, feeling good? Her relief annoyed me, so I decided to be a little mischievous.

I placed my hand on Hazel’s shoulder and sat her down on the sofa. Hazel kept glancing at where I had touched her, not knowing what to do.

“The butler prepared plenty of snacks, so let’s eat together.”

“Me too? No, it’s fine, really.”

“You haven’t even had dinner yet. I’d be lonely eating alone.”

Hazel, who had been watching my expression, reluctantly nodded. I had originally requested the snacks to eat with Pudding, but since there was no sign of Pudding returning, I figured it would be fine to eat first.

Now that Hazel was here, I couldn’t search the room anymore. Rico had obviously instructed her to watch me. I’d have to look for any hidden secret spaces another time, and for now just behave and eat snacks. I wonder when Pudding will come.

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“Hello, little one.”

Hello. I’m not a little one, I’m Mabuka.

My nickname is ‘Kiki.’ Mother calls me Kiki because I laugh going ‘kiki.’ Since this is a name only Mother and I can use, you have to call me Mabuka, not Kiki.

Do you know my mother?

Hmm. I thought you probably wouldn’t. Oh, my mother works at the Hosaquin Ducal House. If I say this, scary people will never be able to touch me. Or they’ll at least keep me alive to get money.

Being able to make bad people tremble just with a name – my mother is an incredibly amazing person, right? She’s just like a wonderful warrior from fairy tales. A warrior who punishes evil giants.

You think I’m childish for thinking that? No! I’m not a little kid. Just because someone reads fairy tales doesn’t mean you should call them all little kids… that’s, well. Right! Prejudiced thinking. Huh? You say the word is strange?

Yes, narrow-minded! That was the word I wanted to say. Where did I learn such a difficult word? I heard Kesta from the butcher shop shouting it when the priests dragged him away recently. What he said was…

‘You narrow-minded and arrogant bastards! I wasn’t collecting blood to make juice! How am I supposed to do business if I don’t drain blood and cut meat at the butcher shop!’

Like that. Was it exactly the same? I have a talent for memorizing things, so I don’t forget what I hear. Mother says I’m a genius and should go to the academy.

You say all children are geniuses? My goodness, even Picado? But he’s nin-nine years old and more foolish than me!

Me? I’m six years old. Until recently I only needed one hand, but now I have to use both hands completely to tell my age. Amazing, right?

You say it’s not ‘six years old’ but ‘six years old’? Same thing!

Hmph. So you ask what a six-year-old kid is doing here? Well, I’m on a secret mission. I absolutely can’t tell anyone, but I’ll tell you specially.

You can’t tell anyone else. Promise! Oh, I can’t make promises with these cat paws. Let’s shake hands instead. Ah, so soft.

Yes. I’ll tell you now. I’m going to tell a scary story from now on, so cover your ears tightly with your paws and listen. My mission is to monitor the demon in the ducal house. Completely scary, right?

I told you earlier that Kesta from the butcher shop was dragged away by the priests. Actually, I almost got dragged away too… Seeing Kesta’s Grandfather crying so hard, I almost made my mother cry too.

But when I told the priests that Mother works at the Hosaquin Ducal House, they said there was a big misunderstanding and apologized by giving me candy.

And when they sent me back, they said there was special work only I could do and that they really needed me. That’s monitoring the demon I just mentioned!

Duchess Grandmother has been acting completely like a child lately, right? When I told the priests, they said it’s all because of a demon. That’s why Duchess Grandmother screams and hits people like a different person. The demon is so terrifying that even holy water doesn’t work.

I didn’t tell Mother. It’s a secret, and Mother hates the priests. I’m scared I’d get in huge trouble if I told her.

Why Mother hates the priests is because when Mother was as young as me, the priests stole Mother’s house. They built a temple on top of Mother’s house. But I thought temples were good things…

So you ask if I know who the demon is and am monitoring them? Who do you take me for, some fool? Of course I know! I’ve been searching for the demon all day today! There were several suspicious people. Duchess Grandmother is suspicious too, and actually everyone except Mother is suspicious.

Oh, but that pure white lady definitely isn’t one. Who’s the pure white lady? She’s the lady who was having tea with Duchess Grandmother. I discovered her while secretly peeking at the greenhouse.

She’s pure white like the priests but much more sparkly, so she must be someone more amazing, right? Maybe she’s an angel?

Not an angel, but someone more amazing than priests? I thought so.

So the demon I found is, well… it’s Mr. Marlow.

Mr. Marlow is a cook. He’s a scary person with a really mean beard and bulging, fierce eyes who glares at me. When I leave bell peppers, he gets furious and flicks my head – if Mr. Marlow isn’t the demon, who would be?

So now I’m secretly going to the kitchen to monitor Mr. Marlow. Do you want to come with me, cat?

“Me?”

Yes. You came because you’re hungry too! You eat mice, right? The rumor that there are lots of mice in the ducal house must have spread far among cats! Just trust me and follow.

If you come to the kitchen with me, I’ll catch mice for you. It’s definitely not because I’m scared to go alone.

“Alright. I’ll come with you.”

You’re the best, cat!

Now, don’t go far and follow me well. We go through this small hole here…, turn left over there… Eek! Someone’s coming. Cat, hide quickly!

“…”

Did you see who it was? Is it Mr. Marlow? It must be. He’s going to the kitchen! Quick, let’s follow. Shh, shh, so we don’t get caught.

“…”

You’re saying it’s okay to talk now? But what if Uncle Marlow hears us?

“You won’t hear a sound.”

Really…? Then I’ll only trust you, kitty.

Alright, we’ve made it to the kitchen. Usually all the lights are on at this time, but I don’t know why it’s so dark today. But I have good eyesight, so it’s fine. Should we crack the door open a bit and peek inside?

Very quietly so the door doesn’t make a sound. Stealthily.

Huh? Cat. I think we saw wrong. The person who went to the kitchen wasn’t Uncle Mallow, it was Nigella.

What is Nigella doing…?

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