My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 33

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Look. You say she’s ordinary and unattractive, right? Or is it that when someone extraordinary appears ordinary, it makes them seem approachable and likable instead?

Hmm. From my romance novel knowledge, the latter seems to be more prevalent. There’s a reason why tyrants and northern grand dukes are popular. It’s not because they’re powerful that they’re popular, but because they act like ordinary men overflowing with love only for my female lead.

“First, let’s go to Ainoa Orphanage.”

“Did I mention the orphanage’s name?”

Oops. Didn’t I mention the orphanage name? How should I handle this? It would be awkward if I said I investigated beforehand.

“You mentioned it earlier.”

“…I see.”

You can’t spit on a smiling face, so I silently smiled and attempted memory manipulation. Fortunately, Daisy let it slide, thinking that must have been the case. It feels like she’s giving me a pass… That can’t be right, can it?

Since Ainoa Orphanage was our original destination, we arrived safely without getting lost or confused about directions. It’s a world without GPS, yet he finds directions incredibly well. Daisy must have been impressed too, as she stared at the coachman in amazement even after getting off the carriage.

“That coachman…”

“Yeah. It’s the same coachman from back then. Convenient, right?”

It seems like the coachman shares some memories with Daisy and Jelly. What’s that about? Isn’t that strange? A man and woman tenderly promising love and a coachman… A man and woman going for a walk together and a coachman… It’s weird no matter how you fit them together, so what exactly did the three of them do!

“We rode that carriage when we escaped with him.”

Jelly gave a brief explanation. Ah. Right, that happened too. A man and woman desperately fleeing and a coachman… Yeah, right. This one isn’t strange. I can vividly picture the coachman’s urgent whip-cracking. Daisy frowned as soon as she heard Jelly’s words.

“Calling a person convenient.”

“Person? Does that look like a person to you? You’re really funny too.”

I look like a person though.

But seeing how Jelly acts like that, he must not be human. Whoa, could he be the same species? Maybe a fellow werewolf. Knowing they were the same species, he risked danger to help them escape from the slave trader. The coachman uncle was a good person! No, a good non-human!

While his fellow non-human friend works hard like this to earn money, our Jelly caught a good noble and lives without working – it really seems like being born as a rich family’s pet is the best. Well, my dream was once to be reborn as a rich family’s cat in my next life too.

A man and woman and coachman… no, I turned my eyes away from the three and looked at the orphanage.

“It’s quiet.”

As Kanna said, even considering it was early evening, it was particularly quiet and the streetlights were unusually dim, as if the gas had run out. Being on the outskirts of the capital and this area not being a wealthy district, it seemed like proper maintenance wasn’t being done.

Maybe because the lights are weak, why does it look so eerie? It’s like ghosts might appear. I’m someone who would never watch horror movies with ghosts in my entire life.

It’s okay, let’s calm down. This is a romance novel world and it’s not even a ghost-related episode. Unless the female lead has a setting where she can see ghosts, ghosts won’t suddenly pop out. Can she see them?

“Kanna, can you see it?”

I was too scared to ask with my own mouth if she could see ghosts, so I omitted the subject. Ghosts originally stick to you if you talk about them. Just thinking about it gives me chills. There’s no subject, but our Kanna understands well even when I speak strangely. A romance novel heroine’s intuition works hard at everything except romance.

“Yes. I can see it.”

What! Wait, wasn’t this just a gritty romance novel? Why does she have a ghost-seeing setting! Ghosts are horror, that’s genre deviation. I don’t like it!

“What is that person doing over there?”

I don’t like ghosts…! Huh, a person?

When I calmed down and focused on where Kanna was pointing, I could see a dark figure lurking around the orphanage entrance. It was swaying quite a bit, but that was definitely a person. Phew, thank goodness. I thought it was a ghost.

“Troy…?”

Troy? Daisy didn’t sound certain, but if she wasn’t mistaken, it was definitely Troy. What rapid development.

“Jelly.”

“Me? Again?”

When I urged him to hurry up and take action, Jelly rebelled. Then who else would do it? Me in high heels? Your future girlfriend? Our flower-like Kanna? Or Pudding who can’t even speak human language yet?

Hey, if you didn’t find Troy by scent, shouldn’t you at least catch him?

When Jelly snapped his fingers while obviously showing his annoyance, Troy’s body, which had been trying to flee, stopped. The culprit appeared to confess on his own. Now we just need to ask where he sold the orphanage people.

We need to ask that, but suddenly Troy collapsed forward. Behind him stood Daisy holding a shoe. She seemed to have gone behind Troy at some point, taken off her shoe, and struck his head with the heel.

“You really like hitting people on the back of the head.”

Jelly muttered “This guy isn’t dead, is he?” while checking Troy’s head. He was relieved to find that no blood was flowing. But she likes hitting the back of the head? Daisy seems to be… quite violent.

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“Ugh, the smell of alcohol is overwhelming.”

Jelly, with his sensitive sense of smell, covered his nose. So that’s why he was swaying – he was drunk. His face was alcohol-red from how much he’d drunk. He probably took his cut from selling the kids and used that money to drink. A typical fantasy villain.

“Hey. Wake up.”

Even though Jelly grabbed his collar and shook him, Troy showed no response at all, as if he’d completely lost consciousness. He’d already collapsed after being hit on the head, and now being shaken on top of that, it seemed like he wouldn’t regain his senses at this rate, so I stopped Jelly.

When Jelly let go, Troy fell flat on the ground with a thud. But still showed no signs of regaining consciousness.

“It seems like it’ll take quite a while for him to come to?”

“I’m sorry for acting on my own.”

At the mention that more time would be delayed, Daisy gripped the shoe she’d used to hit Troy’s head and bowed her head. The heel doesn’t even look that high, so how could she make someone this bad with that… Even though I wasn’t the one who got hit, the back of my head felt tingly. I’m really glad Daisy didn’t hit the back of my head.

“For now, let’s go inside and wait until he wakes up.”

I thought we could go inside the orphanage building and wait.

I’d like to wait in the carriage if I had my way, but the carriage was too cramped for that. It’s not the count’s carriage but a commercial one, so four people is just right. And it would be awkward to leave the unconscious Troy on the ground and use him as a shoe rest.

While we’re at it, it would be good to search inside the orphanage and find evidence too.

“The door is…”

The door is wide open. After passing through the iron gate that looked like a prison door, there was a small front yard that wasn’t spacious but good for children to run around in, and the pitch-black orphanage building with not a single light on was visible.

The gas lamps outside were also going out, making it even gloomier. Today the moon was also covered, making it seem impossible to see even an inch ahead. We crossed the yard relying on the faint light obscured by clouds. Troy was being dragged along well by Jelly, who had grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.

“There should probably be candles in the bedroom.”

I silently followed behind Daisy. Footsteps crossed the silence. It’s really quiet.

“Here it is.”

We seemed to have arrived already. It was a large room with several beds so multiple children could stay. Daisy rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a candle, lighting it. The flame flared up, making Daisy’s face flicker red.

Daisy held one, and Kanna and Jelly each took a candle.

“Is it okay to put him here?”

Jelly threw Troy onto a bed and plopped down heavily at the edge. The child’s bed creaked as if it would soon collapse under the weight of two adults. Daisy looked at the bed anxiously.

“Please be careful since it’s the children’s bed.”

“Those kids aren’t here anyway?”

“Evangeline said she would find them.”

Kids… Even if you two are a sub-couple who grow fond of each other through fighting, let’s not fight right now… When I gave them a look, Daisy and Jelly shut their mouths. How nice would it be if you got along well from the start?

“…”

And then came a time of silence.

Kanna was avoiding looking at Daisy, staring blankly at the fire, while Daisy kept glancing to see when Troy would wake up, fidgeting with her hands. Jelly was sitting on the bed playing with Pudding.

Troy showed no signs of waking up. Waiting here longer seemed like a waste of time, so I got up from my seat.

“Evangeline?”

“I should take a look around inside.”

I’d like to just hide here because I’m scared, but what if I just sit still and later Daisy complains asking what help I actually provided. I need to at least move my body to show that I made an effort too.

Kanna naturally got up to follow, and Pudding also jumped into my arms.

“I’ll come too.”

Daisy also got up, taking her candle. Well, if just Kanna and I go around, we might get lost and wander around, so it’s better to go together.

“Jelly, you stay here.”

“Yes, yes. I’ll keep a good watch on this guy.”

Jelly waved his hand lazily. We left the bedroom and went around looking at the rooms. No one in the bathroom, no signs of people in the corridor, and the dining room… As we entered the dining room, the smell of soup hit us strongly.

“The dining room seems to have been used until recently?”

Kanna looked over the unwashed cooking utensils. Certainly, if the smell remains this strong, it would be at most a day.

So they were kidnapped today? If we’d come just one day earlier, it would have been fine, but we were too late. Still, if it’s only been a day, there’s a high chance the children are safe, so that’s fortunate.

While I was thinking that, I heard a strange sound.

“H——ungry.”

Eek. What’s that? There were no signs of people in the building at all, but somehow it seemed like a voice was carried on the wind.

It sounded like someone muttering about being hungry, but could it be the ghost of a poor orphan who starved to death due to the orphanage’s financial difficulties? What’s that, it’s not scary at all and just pitiful instead.

It seemed like I was the only one who heard that sound. Could it really be a ghost? I felt goosebumps rising on my arms. I hugged Pudding tightly and quietly clung to Kanna.

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