My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 47

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By now, her head might have already been severed. The falling flowers looked like severed heads, so Daisy turned her eyes away from the window. From now on, whenever Daisy smells flowers, she’ll think of Merai.

“How are they? Do the children seem to be adapting well?”

“Yes. It seems so.”

Contrary to Daisy’s worries, the children had easily blended into the manor. The servants at Rohanson Estate found Evangeline the most difficult to deal with, but perhaps because Evangeline had brought them in the first place, the children adapted unusually quickly.

Yulma had good handiwork and went into the kitchen. However, perhaps due to the habit of cooking multiple portions at the orphanage, she said she kept getting scolded for making too much food each time.

Ranon went under the Butler. I already knew he was originally good with numbers and clever, but I didn’t know he would catch the Butler’s eye. The Butler’s initial neglect because Evangeline had brought him was brief – now the Butler practically kept him by his side.

‘Mary is…’

Mary was doing very well, as if she were Mary Rohanson rather than Mary Gold.

Since there was no work for a young child, they just let her roam around the manor, and Mary especially stuck close to Melek, who had been trapped in the basement with her.

Melek volunteered to be a stable keeper, saying he wanted to earn his keep, and when the wild horses saw Melek, they tucked their tails and behaved well, so he was very welcomed. Mary received the task of giving carrots to the horses beside him.

As Evangeline had promised, when they get back the children the Orphanage Director sold, there would be one or two more people.

“Are you satisfied?”

At Evangeline’s question, Daisy nodded.

When she left the manor in terror, she thought she would never return.

“Very much so.”

She never thought she would feel such peaceful sentiments while looking at the fibrous webs stretched across the walls like nets and the sprouting eyes.

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What perfect weather for dying… I feel like I should exhale smoke dramatically.

My whole body felt languid, and I wanted to lie down and eat grapes that Kanna would feed me.

Normally, lying around like a jobless person would have been no problem, but now this was the only leisure time I could enjoy.

After Gabriel suggested we attend social events together, I became someone who wouldn’t have enough bodies even if I had ten.

That damn debutante was the problem.

Evangeline was far from being at the pinnacle of high society – she hadn’t even debuted yet, so there was a lot to prepare before she could properly attend balls or banquets.

“The young lady was too frail to even have a debutante.”

Daisy said Evangeline couldn’t enter society because her body was too weak, but considering she had the energy to torment others, it seemed like the Count had prevented her from going, fearing she would act like a villainess again.

When I sent a telegram to the Count saying I would debut, he replied that he wouldn’t stop me since I wouldn’t listen anyway, so I should do as I please, but please behave normally.

Along with the reply came tutors. It seemed he was aware that I had memory loss and wanted to re-educate me.

But there should be a limit… Etiquette, dancing, painting, horseback riding, embroidery – I don’t know why I need to learn poetry. Six tutors were summoned. At least they didn’t try to teach me history, which was fortunate.

The tutors weren’t helpful either.

The poetry tutor, perhaps because his major was literature, was also quite emotional himself and left poetic metaphors saying Rohanson Estate was a fragment of hell sprouted on earth, a pandemonium where demons frolicked, then threw his resignation letter without even crossing the gate. Simply put, he was scared of Evangeline’s notoriety and fled.

The embroidery tutor fainted after my hand was accidentally pricked by a needle and bled, crying and begging me not to cut his neck. For reference, my embroidery skills were judged impossible to improve.

For horseback riding, there was no need to learn since the horses listened to me so well that the tutor said there was nothing more to teach after just one day and told me to go home.

When the art tutor asked if there was a studio, I guided him to the storage room next door, but perhaps because the room was gloomy, he seemed a bit scared. When he asked if he could see my artistic skills, I showed him all the canvases even though I hadn’t painted them, and he was horrified and ran away.

But it was understandable. Everything Evangeline had painted was the same person.

The same woman looking straight ahead in the exact same composition was somehow chilling. It felt like the eyes might move like in a horror movie. It also seemed familiar somehow – who was it?

“Do you know who this is?”

“It’s probably the late Madam.”

I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Wait, I misspoke. Looking again, it wasn’t like a horror movie but like a movie. Evangeline had created art. The familiarity was probably because it resembled Evangeline.

Daisy explained that she had also entered the Count’s household after the Countess passed away, so she had never actually seen her.

The person who cursed the Count in her diary, wished for death, and lamented herself, was smiling faintly in the painting.

“She was a beautiful person.”

Even though she wasn’t my mother, I missed my mother. Still, it was fortunate that she seemed to have shown her smiling face to her daughter.

I covered the paintings with cloth again in case they might be damaged by sunlight.

Anyway, after seeing the paintings, the art tutor also threw his resignation letter saying he couldn’t do it because he was scared. The Butler was so troubled that he pleaded with me to please stay within bounds since it was hard to keep the tutors quiet. I did nothing wrong, so I feel wronged.

“You said you had memory loss, but fortunately the habits are ingrained in your body.”

At least the etiquette tutor had strong professional spirit and took responsibility for me to the end. Whether it was a possessor buff, etiquette was like a passive skill, so I didn’t need to relearn it.

This is what they mean by the body remembering. Somehow I sometimes speak rudely – I guess my tongue remembers this too.

“Dolline worked hard too.”

“It’s all thanks to you following along well, my lady.”

I was grateful that she taught me without running away, so I told the Butler to give her a generous bonus.

Dolline broke the cliche of a strict etiquette tutor and was remarkably oblivious and kind. She didn’t seem to know much about Evangeline’s notoriety either. Is that why she didn’t run away?

“The dance tutor should be coming soon. I heard you were frail – is it okay for you to dance?”

My body was fine. The problem was, similarly, the dance tutor.

I learned the dance moves quickly, but when we tried to practice together, the tutor refused to dance, saying he couldn’t bear to touch my body.

“My lady, excuse me. Have you finished your lesson?”

Hena knocked and asked from outside the door. When I called her to come in, Hena greeted Dolline and handed me a letter.

Looking at the recipient, it was for the dance tutor.

“Don’t tell me?”

That “don’t tell me” was correct. Cutting through all the lengthy excuses, it said that since I had already learned all the moves, there would be no problem, and he had done enough so he was quitting.

“Is he quitting again?”

“Yes.”

With this, all my tutors had quit, leaving only Dolline.

The dance tutor was really funny too – I don’t know why he ran away in the middle after teaching me everything. Still, I’m grateful he at least taught me the moves.

I told Hena to go to the Butler and tell him to pay the full tuition without deducting anything. If we don’t pay them after they quit midway, who knows what rumors they might spread later. It might get twisted into saying Evangeline learned everything then fired them without paying. All I have is money, and they’d call me a miser!

“Yes. I’ll tell him that.”

“Um… I should be going now too.”

Dolline, who had been reading the situation, packed her things and got up from her seat.

“Dolline, do you know how to teach dancing?”

“I can do the basics. But to be your partner, I’d have to play the gentleman’s role, right? I only know how to dance as a social accomplishment.”

So she’s saying she can’t because she doesn’t know the male part.

“How about asking Lord Gabriel to be your practice partner?”

I suppose… I’m going to dance with Gabriel anyway, so should I just ask Gabriel?

Dolline left her advice and departed, feeling very sorry.

After Dolline left, my afternoon schedule was suddenly free. When I returned to my room and collapsed on the bed, Pudding gave me a massage with his cat paws. It’s cute but not refreshing at all…

Jelly watched this, then transformed into human form and gave me a massage. It felt like all the fatigue in my body was melting away. Jelly had expertise in massage too.

“Did you learn this somewhere?”

“My previous owner sometimes made me do this.”

So I asked where he learned it and only touched on painful memories. Right, I sometimes forget, but Jelly was a former beastman slave…

“Making me do this to you – what bad taste, right?”

It sounded like he was telling me, who was receiving the massage, to feel guilty. So I said it was fine to stop now and shooed Jelly away. Sorry for the bad taste.

“Jelly, do you know how to dance?”

“How would I know human dances?”

Right. You’re a werewolf who was captured and escaped from slave traders, so of course you wouldn’t know. But since you said you learned massage from your previous owner, I wondered if you learned dancing too…

“Do you know?”

When Jelly pulled Pudding’s tail and asked, Pudding scratched Jelly with his claws.

“What a nasty personality. If you don’t know, just say so with words.”

No. That’s your fault for asking a baby who can’t even talk yet. Pudding must want to answer so badly.

“Why dancing? Did the dance tutor run away too? Humans are all so cowardly.”

Exactly. I don’t know why they’re all so scared. There are too few talents like Dolline in the world.

“Still, it’s fortunate that Dolline remains.”

“How much longer do you want her to last? A day? A week?”

“Who knows.”

This bastard Jelly is practically holding a ritual for her to quit. If I left it alone, he’d probably start betting on when she’d quit.

“Still, she needs to last at least 2 weeks, right?”

“2 weeks? Got it.”

My debutante is scheduled for two weeks from now. It’s already the season when balls are being held and banquets are taking place, so it feels a bit late…

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