The Cowardly Baby Saint Sees Ghosts - Chapter 6

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# Episode 6
Tears threatened to spill over. I’d noticed lately that my emotions had become volatile.
Ever since becoming a Saint and witnessing things I shouldn’t have, it felt like my sense of “fear” had awakened.
“Hah…”
I buried my face in my knees. Suddenly I felt pathetic, sitting here like this.
“What kind of state is this?”
I thought becoming a Saint meant my luck would turn around, but instead here I am playing Hide-and-Seek with a Ghost and a Rabbit Doll, or whatever this is.
I held my breath, catching the stench of rot wafting from the trash bin.
I couldn’t let my guard down, not even against something as cute as a Rabbit Doll with just a Paper Knife.
I pressed my ear to the quiet Street, concentrating on any sign of movement.
For a while nothing sounded but the chirring of insects, until—
Shhh.
Shhh.
Something dragging its feet, and I clapped my hand over my mouth.
‘It’s here…!’
Even the rustling of my clothes in the breeze felt like a betrayal.
Gradually a shadow wavered in the moonlight, and it came into view.
A round head crowned with long, white ears that stood on end.
The doll had been alive less than a day, so its joints were packed with stuffing, and as it moved it waddled—that silhouette alone drew all my attention.
The doll was dragging a Paper Knife nearly as large as its own body, struggling forward step by step.
“Heh… hff!”
I instinctively clamped down on the laughter that burst from me, biting my lower lip.
With legs barely a hand’s breadth long, the journey here had clearly exhausted it.
For just a moment I felt that particular pity you have for a weary office worker trudging home—then it suddenly threw its head up, as if it sensed me.
It looked around several times, then resumed dragging the Paper Knife forward in that bumbling way, and I wanted to laugh.
‘Not scary at all?’
My plan had been right. If it had really been carrying a real blade or an axe, the whole genre would have changed.
Besides, it must have stepped in a puddle somewhere, because the paper was half-soaked and falling apart.
‘Kind of pathetic, really.’
Had I breathed too loudly?
One of its drooping ears suddenly perked up.
“…!”
“Found… you.”
Not some beastly shriek, but actual human speech. Had it been unable to speak all this time because it had no body?
But then why bother with Hide-and-Seek at all? We could just talk.
I stopped my spiraling thoughts.
Already discovered—I had to run.
But the doll came at me far faster than it had moved before, crawling toward me—
Wait. Crawling?
Scratch-scratch-scratch—
It was real. The doll had flipped itself belly-up to keep its stuffing from spilling out and was crawling toward me upside-down!
The Paper Knife clenched between its teeth, moving with the speed and terrible wrongness of a spider!
“Ah, ahhhhh!”
I couldn’t help but scream.
“What kind of thing does that!”
“Stop right there! (Stop right there!)”
“Would you stop if you were me?!”
I ran with everything I had, glancing back over my shoulder.
The doll crawled, then paused to catch its breath, then crawled again.
Until finally it just collapsed where it was, panting.
‘What?’
Its small body heaved as if struggling for breath.
‘Did it wear itself out?’
Curiosity stirred in me.
‘Besides, even if it stabbed me, it probably wouldn’t hurt.’
Wouldn’t it be to my advantage to finish this tag game quickly and end this cursed connection for good?
I made up my mind and approached the doll carefully. In the moonlight, the Rabbit Doll looked so forlorn.
It wasn’t the Ghost I’d been so afraid of—for this moment, it looked like nothing but a cute doll.
“Hey.”
“…”
“You alright?”
As if she’d been waiting for this moment, the Rabbit Doll lunged at me with incredible speed, wielding the Paper Knife high.
Thwick. Thwick… thwick.
“Aha-ha, that tickles!”
I giggled and scratched at my shin frantically.
“…….”
The Rabbit Doll fell silent for a moment.
She seemed genuinely shocked by the crumpled state of her Paper Knife.
Then a Status Window materialized in the air with a sharp applause sound effect.
[Attack Turn Change!]
Chase down the fleeing Ghost and slash away with the Paper Knife~
Pay back what you’ve received!
[Timer 00:09:59]
“Oh.”
I bolted.
On those stubby little legs.
I stood motionless, watching as the Rabbit Doll scampered away with rapid pattering sounds.
The sight was so absurd and endearing that I couldn’t stop laughing.
‘When was the last time I laughed this hard?’
It struck me afresh—here I was, friendless, cackling at a ghost-possessed doll as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I smacked my lips and stared into empty space with nothing else to do.
It had felt cold for a moment, but now warmth was creeping back in.
‘So that chill really was the Ghost’s Spirit Energy seeping out.’
I swiped my arm and checked the window—three seconds left—then spun on my heel.
The Paper Knife the Rabbit Doll had dropped while fleeing was in my hand.
“Your turn to be chased now.”
Time to make her pay for startling me over and over like that.
* * *
She was nowhere to be found. No matter how hard I searched, she didn’t appear.
“In such a short time, you couldn’t have gotten that far—huff—”
I was beginning to think I really needed to exercise more regularly.
I had no choice but to walk slowly, scanning the surroundings.
The Street, draped in a colorless, dark Aura, looked desolate.
A strange sound drifted from somewhere—oooooo—and I flinched with sudden fear.
I clutched my pounding chest and surveyed the area with caution.
Psssh—
Leaves rustled overhead, scraping against each other in the wind.
There were only a few houses in the direction the Rabbit Doll had gone. However,
‘An Alley?’
Following the Alley, I came upon a small forest.
Looking at the forest’s entrance, it was clear that stepping inside would invite some kind of trouble.
“She might be hiding somewhere else.”
[The Ghost’s Spirit Energy can be sensed in this place!]
Thanks for the confirmation kill.
I stepped forward carefully, my eyes welling up. The crisp crunching sound grated on my nerves.
‘Why are there so many fallen leaves?’
As if you could bury something and no one would ever notice.
‘……What was I just thinking?’
A chill ran through me, and my eyes darted around.
The Rabbit Doll, who had been invisible moments before, was standing there staring directly at me.
With trembling hands, I pointed the Paper Knife at her.
“I’ll stab you?”
“…….”
“Will I really? You said I would?”
I could sense it instinctively.
If I moved toward that doll now, something terrible would happen.
‘Legs, please. Don’t move.’
As if under some spell,
Crunch—
Crackle—
I walked toward the Rabbit Doll, who showed no sign of fleeing.
As though she had guided me here for precisely this purpose from the very beginning.
“Hey.”
I asked her in a trembling voice, though her gaze had never left me for even a moment.
“What is this?”
Between the gaps of piled fallen leaves, a human hand—discolored to a sickly blue-green—jutted out.
I doubted my own eyes.
The thing protruding from beneath the leaves was unmistakably a human hand.
Of all places, the Rabbit Doll had hidden where a corpse lay buried.
“Ah.”
Without thinking, I stepped back.
‘Why is this happening to me?’
That was when it happened.
Tap. Something like a pearl dropped to the ground.
The Rabbit Doll was weeping.
“……!”
All right. I would do this.
I gritted my teeth.
Against my will, fear surged through me, and I found myself breathing hard as I slowly swept away the fallen leaves with a branch—though the Ghost terrified me far more than any corpse, this was the first time I had ever seen a dead body up close.
Teetering on the edge of panic, I drew a deep breath.
‘I have to do this.’
As I brushed the leaves away from the exposed hand, an arm came into view, then the torn hem of a dress.
‘She hasn’t been dead long.’
The corpse was in that state just before decomposition set in, still recognizable in form.
Bile rose in my throat.
Just then—
“……Don’t cry.”
Thick tears dropped between the purple buttons, soaking into the fur.
What thoughts must be running through her mind as she gazed down at her own corpse.
“Don’t cry. I’ll take care of you properly.”
Only now did the Ghost before me cease to be the Rabbit Doll and begin to look like the elegant woman I had seen in the carriage.
“I’ll somehow—”
Hair tangled in the dirt came free with a crisp sound, unraveling like thread.
My vision blurred, and at the same time my hands grew more frantic as they cleared away the leaves.
“……I’ll take care of everything, I promise…….”
The first moment in the carriage returned to me. The woman gazing at the knight in white armor drenched in sunlight.
She had been seated with grace and dignity, beautifully dressed, a noblewoman of refined bearing.
Not this tangled hair, but chestnut locks that had flowed gracefully.
Her face was ruined, burst blood vessels covering it entirely. Cold. Hard.
Torn lace caught on my fingertips.
“So…….”
My hands stopped in midair. I had no medical knowledge, so I couldn’t be certain, but these marks on the neck—
“…….”
She had been murdered.
Strangled.
By whom?
Was I meant to avenge her?
How?
“……Who are you?”
I opened my mouth, ignoring the hot tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Who killed you?”

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