My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 49

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I see. Dolline deeply took Hena’s advice to heart. Hena guided Dolline to the door. As she stepped outside, scattered petals filled her vision. Though it was the end of spring, the cherry blossoms at the Rohanson Estate showed no signs of fading. Evangeline hanging from the cherry tree branch swayed in the wind.

“Thank you for your hard work today. Please be careful on your way home.”

Dolline came to her senses at Hena’s greeting. When she wiped her mouth and nose, white powder came off, but she didn’t even notice it.

‘What was I doing?’

Ah, I received money from the butler and came out. The pocket she touched felt heavy.

“Ahem, ahem. You too, Miss Hena. See you next time.”

Dolline bid farewell to the gloomy maid and left the Rohanson Estate. When did I get hurt? When she said it hurt, her knee was scraped.

What was I going to do when I left the estate? Right. I decided to send a letter. That way I can receive holy water.

But a big problem arose. Dolline had to follow the rules of the Rohanson Estate, so she couldn’t reveal what happened inside the estate.

What should I do? If I don’t write the letter, I won’t receive holy water. While pondering, Dolline first wrote a letter. Of course, that letter never reached Priest Jabaniya and only piled up neatly in Dolline’s desk drawer.

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To Priest Jabaniya.

Your Grace, I safely entered the Rohanson Estate.

The Count is away, and the estate is being managed by a butler named Plox. The interview was very simple. The butler isn’t of noble birth, so perhaps due to his lack of education, he didn’t know the documents were forged and evaluated me very favorably. A drug addict as an etiquette teacher, isn’t that quite amusing?

This estate has so many rules to follow. Seeing that they’re short on staff and even impose such rules on tutors, Evangeline Rohanson must surely be very demanding. I’ll attach the rules I received. I’ve decided to conduct proper lessons starting from my next visit. But Your Grace, what should I teach for etiquette?

From Dorine Ponor, who successfully got the job.

To Your Grace who doesn’t reply.

Yes. I understand Your Grace’s intention well. You mean I shouldn’t write small talk and should figure it out myself, right? So I solved it well on my own. I went to the library and borrowed a book called 【Basic Etiquette Education】. It’s for teaching ten-year-old children, but I suppose just keeping up appearances is enough, right? I hope you appreciate how much effort this drug addict has made.

From Dorine Ponor.

Your Grace, is it time for you to pass away from old age?

Please understand me starting the letter with crude words. This is all Your Grace’s fault. When I clearly asked what kind of person the Rohanson young lady was, you brushed it off saying she was ‘not ordinary.’ I think Your Grace must have developed presbyopia. The holy water seems more necessary for Your Grace than for me.

Since Your Grace lives in the temple daily, you must always see the statues placed throughout the temple. That’s why you thought of the Rohanson young lady as familiar. But what if those sculptures moved? I would probably faint. That’s exactly my psychological state right now. Please understand my situation of teaching ten-year-old etiquette to a living sculpture.

From Dorine Ponor, recommending treatment for Your Grace.

To Your Grace.

I’m doing my best with this task. Since it seems the people around Evangeline Rohanson would know more information than she herself does, I’m gradually asking around. But the people in this estate tremble in fear at just the letter ‘E.’ I managed to hear a few things from Lantana, who likes to show off.

Young Lady Evangeline is scary and frightening, but as long as you don’t cross certain lines, she absolutely won’t scold you, so there’s no need to be afraid. Especially since the two maids beside her do all the chores, there’s no need to get close. I saw three people, but when I asked if there wasn’t one more named Kanna, she cursed saying it was just like that Olive kid – I don’t know who that is. I was told not to even mention that name.

And she told me everything about the two monsters the young lady keeps, the news that a maid named Daisy quit and returned, and stories about new members hired at the Rohanson Estate. I’ve really never seen someone with such loose lips.

When I asked why she told me everything when I might go around talking about it, she said ‘You won’t be able to talk, will you?’ What does that mean? It must mean I acted trustworthy enough, right?

From Dorine Ponor, hoping for a sign of sincerity.

Your Grace. Are you even reading my letters?

You promised to give me a bottle of holy water as advance payment once I got hired at the Rohanson Viscount’s household. I waited sufficiently, thinking it might seem like nagging. Do you know how many letters I’ve already sent?

The withdrawal symptoms are getting worse. At this rate, I might not be able to properly carry out Your Grace’s request. Of course, this isn’t a threat. How could a drug addict like me say anything to Your Grace? So please send the medicine, no, the holy water quickly.

All the teachers who were employed at the Rohanson Estate quit except for me and one other person. They all couldn’t last the first day, you know? You can see how much effort I’m making, right?

From Dolline, hoping for grace.

To Your Grace.

Your Grace. Are you just using me? You bastard! What did I tell you? I said my withdrawal symptoms got worse! I hear voices telling me to die all day long. I have little medicine left, so I have to suck on it to barely stay sane. I’m going to teach etiquette while high on drugs! Evangeline Rohanson has amnesia. Did she do drugs too? This is a strange place. When I walk, I’m stepping on flesh. I see Evangeline Rohanson’s corpse hanging, and today I accidentally stepped on and burst an eyeball. I’ll stop here.

From Dolline.

To Your Grace.

I fear the young lady (erased traces) Your Grace, the young lady is a kind person. Even though I’ve confessed all her private life like a spy until now, she says she’ll forgive me. I love the young lady more than you who doesn’t even reply. This is my last letter. I like this estate. I worship the Rohanson young lady. She will save me.

From Dorine Ponor at the Rohanson Estate.

To Miss Dorine Ponor.

Dolline, are you handling the task I asked you well? I’m not rushing you, but not a single letter has arrived from you. I heard the news of your acceptance, but there’s no status report, so I’m worried something might have happened to you. Are you doing well? I’m truly curious about how you’re getting along at the Rohanson Estate. Yes, you could tell me stories about the Rohanson young lady, your employer. I hope you haven’t forgotten the promise we made.

From the place where the sun shines brightest, God’s beloved Javanya.

“Butler, there’s a letter for Miss Dolline. What should we do? Should I tell the young lady?”

“No. If the young lady finds out, it could become a big problem, so just deliver it to Count Gabriel. He’s scheduled to visit this afternoon anyway. Daisy, please take care of this.”

“Yes. I’ll do that.”

“We must pray that God’s beloved makes a wise decision.”

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At the time when shadows were shortest, the Rohanson Estate, which would normally still be holding its breath and singing silent lullabies for Evangeline who enjoyed sleeping in, was unusually bustling.

Four carriages were stopped in front of the estate’s main gate, and the estate’s employees were helping to move luggage from the carriages.

“You can stay in the guest room on the 2nd floor. I’ll help carry your luggage.”

“Ah, thank you for helping.”

“Hey, the fabric is dragging on the ground! Please be more careful!”

Gorgeous embroidered cloth and colorful fabrics, lace decorations, and even the catalogs they brought because they couldn’t fit everything in the carriages required more than two people to carry.

“Really damn much…”

If converted to money, just selling those fabrics could buy a manor in a provincial estate.

Watching the procession carrying luggage, Rafaela unconsciously exclaimed in admiration. At that sound, the woman who was directing the situation struck Rafaela’s back. When a solid smacking sound rang out, Rafaela twisted her body and sat down.

“That hurts. Misha!”

“Then I hit you so it wouldn’t hurt? What are you doing just standing there? Hurry up and help.”

“What? Me? I’m a knight though?”

“Then are they my porters?”

Looking where her index finger pointed, she saw colleagues wearing the uniforms of the Pararos Knights, who commanded everyone’s respect just by being looked at, working like ants to move luggage. Being knights, they had better stamina, so they could carry twice as much luggage as others without showing signs of strain.

“Uriel, Seraph…”

Even Jeremiah, who found breathing bothersome, was mobilized. Except for the captain who went in first to see the Rohanson young lady, there were no exceptions. Rafaela had no choice but to drag her feet and try to lift luggage, then stopped abruptly.

“Misha, but why don’t you say anything to your brother?”

“…Michel has a headache right now.”

Artemisia looked at Michel as if seeing the most pitiful and regrettable thing in the world. Still, Rafaela decided to become a water ghost at Artemisia’s effort to soften her vocabulary since he was her brother. Even with a headache, his body should be fine, so we can’t just waste the labor force.

“Haah…”

Michel was closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. Rafaela ignored Artemisia’s glare and put her arm around Michel’s shoulders.

“Michel, what are you doing?”

“I’m breathing in the air to my heart’s content. Perhaps because the Rohanson young lady is here, it seems particularly clear and fragrant. This is the first time I’ve seen cherry trees blooming so abundantly. Though I desperately want to become part of this scenery, it’s regrettable that I’m bound to atone at the Pararos Knights.”

Crazy bastard… Getting goosebumps, Rafaela quietly removed her arm from his shoulders.

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