My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 2

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‘Let’s search everything!’

The diary I couldn’t find yesterday might turn up. I’ve already searched through Evangeline’s room, so let’s try the other rooms.

This is the bathroom, this is the bathing room, this is the drawing room, and ah! Here it is!

The door was stiff and hard to open, but it looked like a storage room. There were items covered with cloth and miscellaneous goods stored in wooden boxes rather than paper ones. Wow… how would they move all this when relocating?

Everything covered with cloth turned out to be paintings. I found paints too while searching, so Evangeline must have had a hobby of painting. There was also a bookshelf, so it seemed to be an art and reading room. No wonder there were curtains drawn.

Setting aside the paintings, I examined the books. I can’t read the letters, but a diary would be handwritten, so the style would be different, right? Then I caught a big one! The cover was pitch black which was a bit strange, but this was definitely handwritten. There were even traces where ink had smudged. Seeing numbers written on top, I was one hundred percent certain.

As I roughly flipped through the pages, something strange fell out. Some kind of note? I picked up the paper.

‘A summoning circle?’

A circle with geometric patterns. This is definitely a summoning circle! A summoning circle came out of this crazy diary!

Seeing this, the place I’ve possessed seems to be from a somewhat older novel. These days, contracts with non-humans aren’t done much.

I didn’t hesitate. I had to draw the summoning circle. Whether a spirit or dragon appears, I had to draw it first. A villainess needs at least one ability to protect herself.

Conveniently, there were paints. There was no blank canvas and I couldn’t see any suitable paper, so I decided to draw on the floor. Originally, these things are all drawn on the floor anyway.

Worried the paint might run out while drawing, I decided to use the red paint since there was the most of it. The brushes were all hardened and wouldn’t bend, so I just dipped my finger in the paint.

First I drew a large circle, then triangles and stars… there were letters everywhere too. While drawing earnestly, my hand got pricked by the wooden floor. Fortunately no splinter got stuck, but it bled. What’s the big deal, it hurt like hell, so I drew the rest with the stiffly hardened brush. Even though it was uncomfortable, it was manageable. I should have used this from the start. When your head is bad, your body suffers.

‘It’s complete!’

It was a bit crooked and looked strange, but I finished drawing it! I expected something to pop out immediately like in novels, but nothing happened. Do I need to recite an incantation after finishing the drawing? There is an incantation written below the fancy summoning circle on the paper… But what can I do? I can’t read it!

Since it would be a waste to have drawn it, I should try babbling something random.

“Spirit King? Spirits? Dragons? Excuse me…?”

Nothing happened.

“Um… I’d like to make a contract with someone, would anyone please come out?”

It was useless to beg pathetically. I definitely needed to recite the incantation. I’ll have to learn the letters first and try again. What kind of damn world is this where you can’t even summon if you’re illiterate.

***

Rohanson Viscount looked down at the maid before him.

Though not a criminal, Daisy was trembling with her eyes closed and head bowed. Considering that Rohanson Viscount wasn’t such a harsh employer to his servants, she seemed unnecessarily frightened.

It was understandable, since Daisy had been attending to that Evangeline closely for the past two days. Whatever was inside, the outward appearance looked very similar, so she must have glimpsed fragments of the young lady in Rohanson Viscount.

Well aware of this, Rohanson Viscount didn’t scold the maid. Daisy before him had been close friends with his dead daughter regardless of status, and had readily volunteered to serve ‘that thing’ because of it. Rohanson Viscount slowly opened his mouth.

“So. What has that thing been doing.”

“She asked about Miss Evangeline. How old she was, what her family relationships were like. Whether there were foods she liked or behaviors she often did. And she acts as if she’s really become the young lady. When I said the miss used to go for walks at 8 o’clock, she said she would do the same. She puts on the miss’s clothes and walks around…”

Her cute freckled face contorted. Her tightly closed eyelashes trembled. Daisy spoke as if confessing to a priest, spilling out her words.

The anguished outcry gradually died down and became muffled. She couldn’t finish saying ‘It seemed like she wanted to become Miss Evangeline’ because she realized she was being too emotional. The one who would find this most horrifying would be Evangeline’s father, Rohanson Viscount.

“She didn’t seem to care whether the maids who saw her fainted or not.”

That wasn’t all. Daisy recalled Miss Evangeline watching the maid being dragged away with her mouth covered. Despite the maid crying out so desperately to be saved, the emotion in those red eyes watching was definitely disgust. There was contempt as if looking at a wriggling earthworm on the roadside.

The Miss Evangeline that Daisy knew wasn’t like that. That fragile girl would rather fall ill herself than say a harsh word to others. If she wanted to become the young lady, she shouldn’t have looked at people with such contempt. Don’t look like that. Daisy lowered her head, afraid their eyes might meet. By the way… is that thing, are those eyes still watching me?

“Then suddenly she said she wanted to learn letters.”

“Letters?”

Daisy nodded and continued.

“She said she couldn’t remember letters due to memory loss and asked me to buy some.”

Since Daisy had promised to serve that thing, she couldn’t go buy books herself, so she briefly left to ask someone else to do it, just delivering the message.

In that brief moment, the room was empty. Thinking she had run off somewhere with the young lady’s body, I searched the entire 4th floor. Then I saw that the end room was open. It was a room the young lady never allowed anyone to enter. We couldn’t find the key so we just left it alone. It had been locked, so I briefly wondered how it was opened.

The door was cracked open just slightly. Opening it more would make noise. Then Daisy would also receive that contemptuous gaze. Holding her breath, she peeked into the room through the crack. That thing was definitely holding a book.

“Saying she didn’t know letters and asking me to buy books was definitely a lie to get rid of me. When I returned, I saw her reading. And, and…”

What happened after this was vividly recalled. She wanted to forget, but the more she tried, the clearer it became.

“Her finger was bleeding. She must have drawn a pattern on the floor with that blood. It was a drawing that made me feel sick just looking at it.”

She was drawing on the floor with her finger, but there was actually a rough sound. It sounded like scratching the floor wildly with fingernails.

“And after finishing drawing that, she muttered something. The only thing I clearly heard was… ‘contract’.”

The sound wasn’t clear. Daisy pressed her ear closer to the door. Then she accidentally pushed the door slightly. She prayed that it wouldn’t be noticed. But their eyes met. Terrified, Daisy squeezed her eyes shut. And that was all Daisy saw.

“Contract…”

Rohanson Viscount stroked his chin. A pattern drawn in blood and contract. No matter how he thought about it, this didn’t seem like a good situation. Some kind of sorcery? He was already burning inside because of that thing that entered his daughter’s body, and now another monster summoned with blood might appear.

Rohanson Viscount sighed. This was all because his daughter committed suicide. The Temple wouldn’t even oversee the funeral or allow her to be laid to rest, so an evil spirit possessed that body. The problem was that the evil spirit couldn’t be driven out even with holy water.

Since there was no other way, he had no choice but to continue surveillance. He was about to encourage Daisy to endure a few more days when the sight of the maid still keeping her eyes tightly shut struck him as strange.

“But why have you been keeping your eyes closed?”

“Why? It’s natural to be scared. That thing keeps looking at me, Viscount.”

Rather, Daisy asked back as if puzzled. Looking at her? The Viscount suddenly turned his head.

And his gaze met with the clustered eyes staring at him.

***

I was chosen by a three-eyed leopard-patterned cheese cat. What’s with this other world’s quality…? Why is even the cat extraordinary?

I don’t know where it came from, but when I woke up, it was lying in bed with me. Is it a cat raised by the Rohanson Estate? I should ask the maid who comes to attend me.

But it’s a different person from last time. Well, they must be busy so they’d rotate shifts.

“Are there many cats in the estate?”

“Cats? We killed them all long ago.”

They killed them all?

The maid gave additional explanation that it was because cats caused an epidemic. It seems something like the Black Death was prevalent here too.

Meow.

“…Don’t you hear a cat meowing?”

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Strange… I can hear it so clearly nearby.”

I desperately pretended not to know. Of course you can hear it nearby! No! Baby, don’t cry! If you cry, we’ll get caught! We’ll die!

Fortunately, the maid left without searching the room.

Wow, I thought my heart would drop. I was originally against adopting pets without family permission… I hated those contents like ‘Our dad who opposed cats is now…!’ showing updates. But what can I do? I’ve become someone who picked up a cat without family consent!

But it would die! They said they killed them all because of the epidemic, so this one’s family is probably already dead. Can’t I raise it after getting it properly examined by a priest and doctor? They wouldn’t kill the Viscount’s daughter’s pet cat.

I should get permission from the Viscount first.

Did they say he was in his study? Fortunately I remember roughly where the rooms are. I went down the stairs toward this floor. When I knocked on the door, a butler came out.

“I’d like to see the Viscount.”

“I’ll inquire for a moment.”

The butler came back out immediately.

“I’m sorry, Miss. The Viscount is currently busy and says he cannot see you.”

“Really?”

Wow. The villainess’s dad is really too much. Even though his daughter died and came back to life, he doesn’t visit and I could tell from the fact that we never ate together. He’s giving me the cold shoulder even when I came to see him? This is why the daughter became a villainess. Being too busy to see me is just an excuse, isn’t it?

“If you have something to convey, you may tell me.”

The butler bowed his head. What kind of kid was Evangeline to receive a ninety-degree bow from an old man? I put my hand on his shoulder telling him to get up, and the butler was startled. Ah, I’m not hitting you!

“I want to raise a cat.”

“A cat…?”

“Is that not allowed?”

“No…”

Yes! I got permission!

I returned with light, cheerful steps.

“Your name is Pudding!”

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