My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 39

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But where did she put that useful spirit while wielding the knife herself? There are things like wind cutters, you know. Of course, I wasn’t suggesting she use them on us.

“Have I been abandoned?”

Is she talking about being abandoned by the spirit? But even I would abandon and run away if my contractor was a human trafficker.

“That’s right. You didn’t meet the standards.”

Looking at novels, spirits are so pure and have such high standards.

“So stop it now.”

The director finally realized she had been abandoned by the spirit and her escape was blocked, and began crying loudly. The children Daisy was protecting quietly came out and took Troy back from the director.

“Kanna, you take care of that child and the others.”

Was it Mary? Kanna took the child’s hand and headed to the corner. It’s best for Kanna to go since I might cause a seizure if I went.

Jelly also took care of his friend. So does that mean I should take the director? I’m not going to get stabbed, am I?

Then Daisy approached. Right, I have Daisy. If we carry the director together, the chance of getting stabbed is cut in half. But Daisy said something completely different.

“Why didn’t you save Troy?”

What is she asking? That girl Mary came out and drew the aggro! She was drawn to the aggro herself too.

I was disappointed, but I decided to understand since Daisy’s heart must be in turmoil right now. That doesn’t make the hurt feelings disappear though.

“It wasn’t in our agreement.”

Of course, business and personal matters should be separate. I decided to shamelessly act like protecting Troy wasn’t explicitly stated in the contract conditions, worried that Daisy might slash the payment for not saving Troy.

“Do you want to save him?”

“Yes. I want to save him.”

“Fortunately, I have holy water. Just one bottle though.”

Since I was going out with Kanna, I brought one bottle of holy water for emergencies in case we got caught up in incidents. Yes, just one bottle. The problem is there are two patients here.

I’d like to split it half and half, but I don’t know what kind of setting the holy water has, but apparently that’s not allowed. They say only one person can use exactly one bottle.

So only one person between Troy and Jelly’s friend can use the holy water. What is this life-or-death branching point! It’s too heavy!

I can’t make the choice.

“Daisy, you choose. Who should we give the holy water to between Troy and that man?”

When I tossed it to Daisy, she glared at me as if asking how that could be called a question.

“I’m joking.”

I withdrew my statement with tears in my eyes. Right. Since I’m the villainess, I’ll make the choice whatever it may be.

Daisy would naturally choose Troy, right? Right. Between a beastman with incredible recovery and a dying person, the latter was more critical.

I fed the holy water I had carefully kept in my bosom to Troy. The bleeding stopped immediately. Now in a few hours, flesh will grow back and the wound will heal perfectly. The holy water’s performance is really amazing. No wonder it’s so expensive.

And let’s make sure to treat poor Melek who wasn’t chosen later.

“I can’t treat you right away, is that okay?”

Just in case, I decided to inform him personally. Honestly, shouldn’t he be grateful just for being saved?

“…Yes. It’s okay.”

Jelly’s friend answered obediently. My conscience ached.

“Instead, may I follow you?”

“Do you have nowhere to go?”

Jelly’s friend nodded. No place to return to? Some pitiful backstory unfolded in my mind. Due to slave traders indiscriminately capturing people, he lost his hometown and his family was scattered. Let’s not pry for details since it would be rude.

“I don’t mind.”

Jelly’s friend looked satisfied. But if I bring a blindfolded, sturdy adult man, won’t more strange rumors be added? But it’s a bit scary to tell him to take that off. If I don’t even treat his injuries and then he can’t see, I might die of guilt.

“Melek, are you hurt…?”

When the troublemaker child approached and said such things, it felt like my conscience was being slashed. This won’t do, let’s not dawdle here and quickly take him to get treatment.

There was some cut rope on the floor, so I tied up the director with it.

“Be careful since it’s dark!”

Supporting the two injured people and being careful not to let the children get hurt, we escaped the basement. The director volunteered to guide the way, but I didn’t trust her so I refused. Instead, Jelly sniffed around again to find the path. We found the stairs going up without getting lost.

“How did this break…?”

The director muttered helplessly seeing that the secret passage was torn open and no longer secret. I just pushed it lightly though? Isn’t it because the wood rotted from age?

“We’re out…”

“Waaah, I was scared.”

Having been trapped underground for who knows how long, the children burst into tears of relief upon reaching the surface. Even Daisy, who was comforting the children not to cry, had tears welling up.

Leaving the crying sounds behind, I looked around the room. Where did the kid who was baking bread on the summoning circle disappear to?

“Pudding?”

I couldn’t distinguish between the children’s crying and the cat’s crying, so I didn’t know where Pudding was. I couldn’t tell the children who were crying from emotion to stop crying, and only I was troubled by the crying sounds. I told him to wait right here, so where did he disappear to?

At least it’s fortunate that he’s not just a stray cat but a beastman cat who understands words well.

‘Meow—.’

And I heard a cat sound from beyond the door. It’s Pudding! Joyfully opening the door, I made eye contact with Pudding.

Did you grow a lot in that short time? You’re at eye level with me… Ah, that’s not it. Pudding was being held in someone’s arms. When I slightly raised my head, I saw a very familiar face.

“Sir Gabriel?”

“Good evening, Lady Evangeline.”

Huh? What? Why are you holding our house cat? Behind Gabriel who appeared out of nowhere, another familiar person appeared.

“Hena?”

What is this?

Though I never suspected anything, Gabriel began making excuses as if he were caught in an affair. So…

“You came looking for me?”

To summarize, the outline of the incident is simple. First, Gabriel came looking for me for some reason.

“I sincerely apologize for visiting at such a late hour without prior notice.”

But I was away. Then he happened to meet Hena. Hena said she definitely heard Kanna say ‘I’ll be back in a bit,’ but it was getting too late so she was waiting outside, worried. No, Kanna. How long did you think we’d be gone when you said you’d be back in a bit…

There, their purposes aligned. An ‘Find Evangeline (Kanna)’ party was formed.

They found out the destination by asking the butler, and came here by temple carriage, but were confused because there was no one inside the orphanage.

“If it weren’t for Lord Pudding, we would have just returned.”

So that’s why Pudding is being held there. Pudding in Gabriel’s arms looked very tired. Our baby, he can’t even speak human words yet, but how hard must he have tried with non-verbal expressions to become this exhausted. How admirable.

When I took Pudding back, Gabriel’s gaze became sharp.

“So, can the Lady now explain what this situation is?”

Well… It’s a long story to explain…

Where should I start? From when I went to find Daisy? But isn’t it too suspicious to suddenly visit someone who quit? I can’t say I did it to find out what you heard.

“I think it would be more accurate to hear it from Miss Daisy. We came here because of Miss Daisy’s request in the first place.”

As before, Kanna became my relief pitcher. It’s all correct, so I can only admire it. People of the world, our female lead is this sharp.

Behind Kanna, Daisy bowed her head. Hmm, it seems like the two have gotten somewhat closer. Am I mistaken?

“We meet again.”

“Indeed.”

“Then may I ask for an explanation?”

Daisy glanced at me and then brought up the story.

The director had been trafficking children since childhood, and this time because Troy took out a loan using the orphanage building as collateral, she confined the children in the basement to cover all that money.

As evidence, she submitted papers with human trafficking records that were collected from the principal’s office.

Daisy never mentioned the spirit story until the end. Is she keeping the secret out of loyalty since she has a connection with me? But then what’s the point, it’s so obviously drawn on the floor.

“Then this drawing is…”

“It seems she copied a painting that was hanging in the temple. You could find out by checking the temple’s entry records.”

If they can’t find it, it means insufficient investigation. It was a very nice response.

“What will happen to Director Merai?”

“We’ll keep her in custody until the trial. Especially since she seems related to the drawing too.”

If Gabriel handles it, I can be at ease.

“Uriel, transport Merai Miller first.”

Ah, I had something to ask the director.

As Uriel took custody of the director and headed to the carriage, I asked if I could have a brief conversation before that. Uriel readily gave permission to talk as much as I wanted.

I expected her to look at me with desperate eyes asking to be saved, but the director looked detached as if she had given up.

“What will happen to me.”

“You’ll be punished.”

My heart beat violently. Let me ask how she summoned the spirit! Was it actually a spirit in the first place?

“You know well what you summoned, don’t you?”

The director glanced at Uriel and gave a vague answer.

“…The worst troublemaker who wouldn’t listen to me at all.”

As expected, it’s a wind spirit. Their free-spirited nature is a racial trait.

“Do you remember how you summoned it?”

“I remember it very well.”

With those words, the headmaster firmly shut his mouth. Why won’t he tell me? No, why are you the only one who remembers?

It feels like when you ask a friend if they have an eraser and they just say yes. You were asking to borrow it in the first place! It’s like an unspoken social rule, isn’t it? Does it not work because we’re from different worlds?

I wanted to grab him by the collar and demand he speak up right now, but there were too many eyes watching here. The Knights and the children… If I made one wrong move, all the efforts I’d made to clear my karma could crumble, so I couldn’t act recklessly.

I have no choice.

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