My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 14

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Kanna is being bullied by Evangeline and is alone in the garden wiping away tears when she hears rustling sounds from the bushes. She’s startled and on guard when an injured wolf appears from there. Usually it’s common to have developments like escaping from threats of family enemies targeting oneself or slave traders, that sort of thing.

Kind-hearted Kanna would carefully tend to the wolf, and since she’d think it’s just an animal, she’d probably have physical contact too, right? I mean, I’m all over Pudding with saliva and everything. After spending time like that, the wolf would eventually be fully healed, and Kanna would release the wolf back into the wild.

Then after forgetting about it for n years, a handsome man returns saying he wants to repay the debt of being saved, and that’s the end. What would his line be? ‘You called me cute.’ Something like that? Suddenly my romance fantasy excitement is overflowing uncontrollably.

I stared intently at the wolf. Right now it’s completely a wolf so I can’t tell if the original form is handsome. If he’s handsome, he’s definitely a sub-male lead. Or maybe Gabriel is the sub-male lead and the wolf is the male lead? Since it’s an old work, it might have been a reverse harem. This unexpected appearance is confusing me.

Wait. So on top of Gabriel, I’m also getting the werewolf route? Once would have been enough. Twice?

“…Please save me.”

The wolf spoke weakly. Its tail was curled inward as if frightened. Why is it saying “save me” twice? I was a bit flustered, then remembered that I had just been staring at the injured wolf without taking any action.

I do feel sorry. Honestly, I did briefly consider pretending not to see and calling Kanna over.

But it’s not like I was trying to ignore an injured animal, okay? I was going to call Kanna to treat it. I just thought since the original form is probably human, maybe it could endure things more humanly.

But somehow… since it went as far as to say “save me,” it would be a problem with my morality if I just left.

“Then come with me.”

When I extended my hand, the wolf hesitated then stuck out its front paw. The soft, squishy jelly felt squishy.

I didn’t mean give me your hand, I meant since I know you’re human, just transform and take my hand to get up! I wasn’t trying to violate your human rights.

“What’s your name?”

Still, I’ll gratefully accept the paw that’s already been offered. I asked for its name while touching the squishy front paw jelly, but the wolf didn’t answer. No name? That can’t be right.

It seemed reluctant to reveal its personal information to me. Well, usually they only reveal their identity to the female lead much later.

Then let me give it a suitable name to call it by. Let’s see. Since it has cute squishy jellies…

“I’ll call you Jelly.”

The wolf looked displeased but didn’t resist. I don’t care if it doesn’t like it. If it’s annoying, then reveal your real name.

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I was wondering how to bring this heavy thing upstairs, but in the blink of an eye we were in the room. What? What just happened?

“Did you do that?”

“Yes!”

Jelly answered with great enthusiasm.

Beastfolk here use magic too. Who would have thought the first mage I’d see in this other world would be a different race. Ah, are beastfolk shamans?

But aren’t werewolves usually physical fighters? Where did it put its sharp claws to use magic instead? I was a bit displeased, but this also seemed like a kind of species discrimination, so I reflected on it.

Anyway, I’m glad we came up comfortably. Now I need to treat it, but I can’t tell how badly it’s injured because of the fur.

“It’s inconvenient, so transform into a human.”

Before I could even blink, Jelly had transformed into a human. I thought it would look sharp, but surprisingly it looked kind. I was worried about what to do if it was naked, but whether fantasy rules applied, it was well-dressed. Though the clothes were no better than rags, at least it wasn’t naked.

After transforming into a human, the condition looked more serious than I thought. Hidden by the fur, there were wounds all over the body from being cut and stabbed by sharp objects. Did it come from a sword fight somewhere?

I was just going to give first aid, but that doesn’t seem like it would be enough. I was wondering whether to call a doctor or priest when Pudding appeared from somewhere and spat something out. The ornately and delicately carved bottle looked familiar.

“Holy water?”

This is holy water. As if confirming that was right, Pudding meowed.

That’s right. There was holy water! I thought it was all used up, but there must have been extras. It probably swiped it from the Viscount’s room. Without even being wary of the strange wolf, it brought holy water asking to treat its friend?

Our cat is so smart. When I petted its head, Pudding rubbed its face against my hand.

I was melting from Pudding’s affection when suddenly an uneasy thought occurred. Until now I thought there were no beastfolk in the work’s setting so I just overlooked it, but… isn’t our Pudding a bit too smart for a cat…?

No way. No way. Right? Pudding, please don’t tell me you’re a beastperson!

I was looking at Pudding anxiously when Pudding cutely meowed. Probably not. Come to think of it, our Pudding has never spoken human words. Right. If it were a beastperson, would it have endured until now when communication was inconvenient?

But my heart was already leaning toward Pudding being a beastperson. Damn! If I had known it was a world with beastfolk, I would have been more modest.

Just in case, I’ll ask Jelly about it later. For now I’ll put it off and deal with the patient in front of me first.

Jelly had been cowering in fear ever since Pudding appeared. Does it fear cats despite its size? Shouldn’t the cat be afraid of the wolf?

Rather, Pudding looks confident. Is there some hierarchy between them that I don’t know about?

Or maybe it’s scared because it’s so small. Usually kids who can’t control their strength get afraid when they see chicks and such, worried they might crush them. Thinking of it that way, I understood.

“Drink this.”

“What? This?”

One bottle didn’t seem like enough to apply to all the external wounds, so I thought drinking it would be more effective.

Jelly seemed to have never seen holy water before and refused like a kid at their first dentist visit, so I eventually had to use force to open its mouth. It was probably just testing me once since it didn’t shake off my hand.

“…Ish bitter.”

After I fed it the holy water and let go, Jelly puffed its cheeks and mumbled. Where did this baby talk come from?

Such a drama queen. I even fed it holy water but only get resentment. This is all for your own good. I was about to scold like an old fogey but held back.

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Night fell upon Rohanson Estate. All employees had left except for those working the night shift.

The night shift workers’ day ended only after drawing curtains and turning off lights everywhere except Rohanson Viscount’s office and the 3rd floor.

The assigned areas rotated, and today was Olive’s day to handle the 4th floor. A colleague who had been to the 4th floor before encouraged him, saying it wasn’t as scary as they worried and Evangeline never came out of her room, so he just needed to focus on his work.

Why did his colleagues lie to Olive?

From earlier, someone’s pained gasping had been echoing in his ears. Olive tried to ignore the sound and concentrate on his assigned work.

He walked the corridor relying on lantern light. As he advanced turning off lights one by one, the sound grew closer. The moaning mixed with the sound of some liquid mass writhing created a harmony. When the sound came from right near his left ear, Olive glanced to the side.

The left side where Olive stopped was exactly Evangeline’s room.

Olive tried not to guess the identity of this sound and stepped forward again. After one step, he heard a splashing sound from under his feet.

When he shone the lantern light, liquid that had seeped out from under the door had pooled into a puddle. Telling himself the particularly dark red color was due to the lantern light, Olive hurried his steps again.

He had turned off all the lights on the 4th floor, so his work was completely done. Olive sighed in relief and went down the stairs. The surroundings were too dark, so if he stepped wrong he could get seriously hurt.

Shoes came into Olive’s view as he walked looking only at the floor. Startled as if his heart had dropped, Olive staggered and barely regained his balance by grabbing the stair railing.

“Are you alright?”

At the following voice, he was startled and raised his lantern. In the dim light he saw the estate’s uniform. The other person seemed to be a maid working the night shift like Olive. Olive sighed in relief.

“I’m sorry. I was startled.”

“That’s because you were only looking at the floor while walking. Night is dangerous, so be careful when you move around.”

The maid covered her mouth with both hands and smiled shyly. Her laughter melted Olive’s tension. He had been too tense because he hadn’t expected to meet anyone. When he calmed down and looked around, he was at the stairwell landing with the 1st floor right in front of him. He really had been spacing out.

The maid seemed to have business upstairs and passed by Olive to go up the stairs. She’s not going to the 4th floor, is she? Olive thought about going with her, then remembered the moaning that still seemed to echo in his ears and swallowed his words. No way. She’s probably just going to the 2nd floor.

When Olive entered the office on the 1st floor, Lantana, who had been keeping watch, came over angrily and snatched the lantern. Then she put the lantern in its place and glared at Olive with sharp eyes.

“Why are you so late? I’m tired from waiting when all I need is for you to return yours to finish. I wanted to leave work early!”

No way. There should be someone else who hasn’t returned their lantern yet. Olive recalled the name tag on the uniform’s chest. Though it was messily embroidered, it definitely said Kanna.

“But Kanna hasn’t come back yet?”

“What nonsense? You’re the last one, and there’s no such name on today’s night shift.”

None? Olive clearly remembered the maid covering her mouth with both hands and smiling.

Both hands? Come to think of it, when he passed by that maid, he didn’t seem to see her carrying a lantern either…

“Did you dream? Don’t say scary things like that.”

A dream? Olive wondered if he really had been standing and dreaming, so he checked the soles of his shoes. The shoe bottoms still had traces of stepping on something.

It would have been nice if it really was a dream. Lantana led the dazed-looking Olive out of the office. Waiting for Olive had made her leave work 30 minutes later than usual.

“Why does the butler bother us with things like this?”

Lantana grumbled, cursing the butler. Though he felt sorry for Lantana who had waited because of the lantern, Olive realized that the instruction to carry lanterns was the butler’s consideration.

The non-human things that roam Rohanson Estate at night don’t carry lanterns.

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