What's this...
The mirror ghost stepped back in confusion.
There were mirrors all around. If he took just one step, he would end up trapped in the mirror.
He looked up to avoid looking at those hideous mirrors, and there was a large mirror hanging from the ceiling as well.
The mirror ghost stared blankly at this, then slowly backed away and went back into the meeting room.
A safe space with only one mirror.
Click.
The mirror ghost carefully closed the door and quickly ran towards the window.
In the reception room, on the left side of the sofa facing each other with a low table, there was a window large enough for a person to easily pass through.
He doesn't know what the situation is, but he knows it's dangerous, so he plans on running away from here quickly.
Mirror.
To the mirror ghost, it was like the hometown where he was born, but when he lives as another person, the situation is different.
Once you capture a person and lock them in a mirror instead of yourself, as time passes, everything about that person, including their appearance, intelligence, memory, and talent, becomes the Mirror Ghost.
However, if you touch the mirror before you can completely transform into that person, your places as a human and a ghost will be switched again.
The real Count Chaylor has returned outside the mirror.
'The Grand Duke of Illeston noticed! I knew it!'
Somehow, there was a mirror in the visiting room that wasn't there before!
It seems that the plan is to increase the number of mirrors and somehow put him back into the mirrors.
“It’s been 200 years since I’ve been out there, ugh!!!!!”
He will never step into the mirror again.
It is a long-standing obsession that has literally lasted 200 years.
No matter what happens, he's going to get out of here and head to his place.
The mirror ghost tried to open the window, intending to climb out.
Turuk-
"Huh?"
Click, click, click click.
But the window did not open. The mirror ghost tilted its head and wondered why, then remembered the lock and turned its head.
As expected, the lock was on.
“Heeheeheehee! Ihihihihi!”
Now there was intelligence enough to recall the lock and open it.
“This kind of crude device will never stop me!”
He smashed the lock viciously and opened the window again.
Turuk-
"Huh?"
Click, click, clickclickclickclickclick.
“Huh?”
Why isn't it opening this time?
It's only natural that it won't open. In response to Simone's request to block all the doors in the mansion, the Grand Duke of Illeston had his servants take measures to ensure that the windows would never open.
While the mirror ghost tilted its head and wondered with its limited intelligence why it wouldn't open, the servants were pulling the window that had been glued on from the outside with a rope to secure it in place.
Clunk, clunk, clunk...
“Huh? Why? Is it not opening? Huh?”
As things went differently than expected, the mirror ghost's expression gradually became distorted, and soon it revealed its teeth and smiled with its mouth wide open.
These were the expressions and actions of the mirror ghost before it developed intelligence.
As situations continue to go beyond expectations, the brain eventually gives up on accepting them.
The mirror ghost came down from the windowsill it had climbed up to, groaning.
Then as if he had no idea what to do, he headed towards the door, went back to the window, and headed towards the door again, opened it wide, and looked at the still blocked full-length mirrors, and with his mouth torn, he stepped back, closed the door, and headed towards the window again, repeatedly looking through it.
“What the heck, what should I do?”
As the mirror ghost was circling his eyes in thought, he suddenly felt a sudden energy and shuddered.
Tap
The mirror ghost stepped back in confusion.
There were mirrors all around. If he took just one step, he would end up trapped in the mirror.
He looked up to avoid looking at those hideous mirrors, and there was a large mirror hanging from the ceiling as well.
The mirror ghost stared blankly at this, then slowly backed away and went back into the meeting room.
A safe space with only one mirror.
Click.
The mirror ghost carefully closed the door and quickly ran towards the window.
In the reception room, on the left side of the sofa facing each other with a low table, there was a window large enough for a person to easily pass through.
He doesn't know what the situation is, but he knows it's dangerous, so he plans on running away from here quickly.
Mirror.
To the mirror ghost, it was like the hometown where he was born, but when he lives as another person, the situation is different.
Once you capture a person and lock them in a mirror instead of yourself, as time passes, everything about that person, including their appearance, intelligence, memory, and talent, becomes the Mirror Ghost.
However, if you touch the mirror before you can completely transform into that person, your places as a human and a ghost will be switched again.
The real Count Chaylor has returned outside the mirror.
'The Grand Duke of Illeston noticed! I knew it!'
Somehow, there was a mirror in the visiting room that wasn't there before!
It seems that the plan is to increase the number of mirrors and somehow put him back into the mirrors.
“It’s been 200 years since I’ve been out there, ugh!!!!!”
He will never step into the mirror again.
It is a long-standing obsession that has literally lasted 200 years.
No matter what happens, he's going to get out of here and head to his place.
The mirror ghost tried to open the window, intending to climb out.
Turuk-
"Huh?"
Click, click, click click.
But the window did not open. The mirror ghost tilted its head and wondered why, then remembered the lock and turned its head.
As expected, the lock was on.
“Heeheeheehee! Ihihihihi!”
Now there was intelligence enough to recall the lock and open it.
“This kind of crude device will never stop me!”
He smashed the lock viciously and opened the window again.
Turuk-
"Huh?"
Click, click, clickclickclickclickclick.
“Huh?”
Why isn't it opening this time?
It's only natural that it won't open. In response to Simone's request to block all the doors in the mansion, the Grand Duke of Illeston had his servants take measures to ensure that the windows would never open.
While the mirror ghost tilted its head and wondered with its limited intelligence why it wouldn't open, the servants were pulling the window that had been glued on from the outside with a rope to secure it in place.
Clunk, clunk, clunk...
“Huh? Why? Is it not opening? Huh?”
As things went differently than expected, the mirror ghost's expression gradually became distorted, and soon it revealed its teeth and smiled with its mouth wide open.
These were the expressions and actions of the mirror ghost before it developed intelligence.
As situations continue to go beyond expectations, the brain eventually gives up on accepting them.
The mirror ghost came down from the windowsill it had climbed up to, groaning.
Then as if he had no idea what to do, he headed towards the door, went back to the window, and headed towards the door again, opened it wide, and looked at the still blocked full-length mirrors, and with his mouth torn, he stepped back, closed the door, and headed towards the window again, repeatedly looking through it.
“What the heck, what should I do?”
As the mirror ghost was circling his eyes in thought, he suddenly felt a sudden energy and shuddered.
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap
The sound of someone's shoes leisurely walking towards this place.
Even though it was a light footstep, the sound of the shoes seemed to be the only thing that rang loudly in the Mirror Ghost's ears.
The mirror ghost, who had been staring at the door with its eyes spinning around like that for a long time, after a while stepped back in shock.
“Huhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Don’t come don’t come don’t come!!!!”
The owner of the shoe sound had not yet revealed himself, but the mirror ghost was fidgeting and struggling to open the window again.
A scary feeling.
A tremendous amount of energy was gradually coming closer, pressuring him.
This was by no means an energy level he could handle.
'This, this is...!'
Death.
It was the same energy as his Creator.
Click click click click click click click!
“OPEN!!!!! OPEN!!!!”
At that moment, the door to the meeting room opened.
At that moment, the aura of death filled the space with tremendous momentum as if a sieve had been cleared.
The fear weighs it down as if it were flattening it, even though the existence of the mirror ghost itself is a product of a curse created by the energy of death.
The mirror ghost stopped its hand from opening the window and turned its head rattlingly to look at the owner of this spirit.
His eyes sparkled.
The necromancer girl.
It was Simone.
When the door opened and she first encountered the true form of the mirror ghost that had given her this message, Simone frowned at its bizarre appearance.
A human face that appears swollen and melted.
It looked like the blobfish, the ugliest fish in the world, was forcing a smile on a human body.
It seemed that it was the appearance of Count Chaylor, but when he panicked, the facial features he had worked so hard to create were ruined.
“Ugh.”
One of the servants standing behind the full-length mirrors that filled the room suppressed a small retching. It was a sight that was hard to look at with a clear mind.
But Simone only frowned and remained unmoved.
Thinking back to the first tree ghost she saw, it seemed like it was standing still without any aggression, like a nobleman.
'It's a bit annoying though.'
Simone's annoyance grew louder as she let out a louder groan.
She was dying of excitement at discovering a curse more difficult to solve than this one, but she ended up spending half a day on something as trivial as a mirror ghost that she thought would be quickly dealt with.
And how many people were mobilized there?
'If I just get rid of him, it'll be easier than chewing gum...'
Because the crafting had to be reverted to its original state before being destroyed, it ended up being a rather complicated and time-consuming cumbersome method.
Simone slowly, slowly walked towards the mirror ghost, her body wrapped in the mana of death.
“Don’t come, don't ..."
The mirror ghost, frightened by the mana of death as if it had met its creator, shook its head in disbelief and continued to step back.
The determination to report the necromancer once he left the mansion disappeared; his face immediately turned pale and his blood vessels stood out.
Soon, even the color of his once sparkling eyes began to fade, leaving only the whites of his eyes, and his shaking voice was nothing more than a maddening shout at him to not come near.
The evil voice that was possessed by that evil spirit soon became unable to spit out as the distance between him and Simone grew closer, and only a muffled, metallic sound came out.
It felt like he had encountered something enormous that he could never face.
The mirror ghost, which had been slowly retreating, soon realized something.
The mirror in the study. Me in the mirror. No, Count Chaylor.
It was just looking at him outside the mirror without his face turning pale, his pupils disappearing, his veins popping out, his throat choking, his fear, his mouth splitting, laughing, or screaming.
The real Count Chaylor. He was holding both hands to the mirror surface with a stern expression.
As if the mirror ghost was pulling anyone who touched the mirror.
“I’m not going!!!!! I’m not going back into the mirror!!!”
This can't be happening. After waiting for 200 years, I was finally able to get out!
Never, ever touch a mirror.
However, contrary to the mirror ghost's resolve, his legs moved on their own and continued to head backward.
Because Simone is still coming towards him.
God. That energy is the energy of God to the mirror ghost.
How can one go against the spirit of God?
When such an absurd energy approached him with the intent of destroying him, he simply took a step back so as not to offend the god even a little.
Simone quickly took control of the ghost's mind without saying a word.
'That's amazing.'
Simone herself thought to herself that her own strength was truly amazing and was inwardly impressed.
She was just spreading mana like she was breathing, but the ghost got scared and started walking towards the mirror on its own two feet-
'Oh, is this how necromancers control souls?'
She has to ask El later.
While Simone was thinking peaceful thoughts, the mirror ghost's body finally touched the mirror.
“Ah, ah, no... Ugh!”
At the same time, Count Chaylor, who had been waiting, pulled the mirror ghost towards him and used the recoil to escape outside.
“Ugh... Ugh..."
Okay, okay.
As the Count Chaylor sat down with an exhausted expression, bang! bang! In the mirror, another Count Chaylor looked at him with bloodshot eyes and annoyed, and hit the mirror with his fist-
“Ugh, euaaaah!!!”
When Count Chaylor was startled and crawled away from the mirror, Simone picked up a flower pot from the nightstand and threw it at the mirror.
Clang!
The flower pot and the mirror shattered into pieces at the same time with a loud crash.
Then, the mirror ghost that had been knocking on the mirror and glaring at Count Chaylor just a moment ago suddenly stopped and looked straight ahead as if in disbelief.
And then as if black sand was swirling around, the mirror fell apart and disappeared.
The battle with the mirror ghost finally ends with the cursed mirror breaking.
The sound of someone's shoes leisurely walking towards this place.
Even though it was a light footstep, the sound of the shoes seemed to be the only thing that rang loudly in the Mirror Ghost's ears.
The mirror ghost, who had been staring at the door with its eyes spinning around like that for a long time, after a while stepped back in shock.
“Huhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Don’t come don’t come don’t come!!!!”
The owner of the shoe sound had not yet revealed himself, but the mirror ghost was fidgeting and struggling to open the window again.
A scary feeling.
A tremendous amount of energy was gradually coming closer, pressuring him.
This was by no means an energy level he could handle.
'This, this is...!'
Death.
It was the same energy as his Creator.
Click click click click click click click!
“OPEN!!!!! OPEN!!!!”
At that moment, the door to the meeting room opened.
At that moment, the aura of death filled the space with tremendous momentum as if a sieve had been cleared.
The fear weighs it down as if it were flattening it, even though the existence of the mirror ghost itself is a product of a curse created by the energy of death.
The mirror ghost stopped its hand from opening the window and turned its head rattlingly to look at the owner of this spirit.
His eyes sparkled.
The necromancer girl.
It was Simone.
***
When the door opened and she first encountered the true form of the mirror ghost that had given her this message, Simone frowned at its bizarre appearance.
A human face that appears swollen and melted.
It looked like the blobfish, the ugliest fish in the world, was forcing a smile on a human body.
It seemed that it was the appearance of Count Chaylor, but when he panicked, the facial features he had worked so hard to create were ruined.
“Ugh.”
One of the servants standing behind the full-length mirrors that filled the room suppressed a small retching. It was a sight that was hard to look at with a clear mind.
But Simone only frowned and remained unmoved.
Thinking back to the first tree ghost she saw, it seemed like it was standing still without any aggression, like a nobleman.
'It's a bit annoying though.'
Simone's annoyance grew louder as she let out a louder groan.
She was dying of excitement at discovering a curse more difficult to solve than this one, but she ended up spending half a day on something as trivial as a mirror ghost that she thought would be quickly dealt with.
And how many people were mobilized there?
'If I just get rid of him, it'll be easier than chewing gum...'
Because the crafting had to be reverted to its original state before being destroyed, it ended up being a rather complicated and time-consuming cumbersome method.
Simone slowly, slowly walked towards the mirror ghost, her body wrapped in the mana of death.
“Don’t come, don't ..."
The mirror ghost, frightened by the mana of death as if it had met its creator, shook its head in disbelief and continued to step back.
The determination to report the necromancer once he left the mansion disappeared; his face immediately turned pale and his blood vessels stood out.
Soon, even the color of his once sparkling eyes began to fade, leaving only the whites of his eyes, and his shaking voice was nothing more than a maddening shout at him to not come near.
The evil voice that was possessed by that evil spirit soon became unable to spit out as the distance between him and Simone grew closer, and only a muffled, metallic sound came out.
It felt like he had encountered something enormous that he could never face.
The mirror ghost, which had been slowly retreating, soon realized something.
The mirror in the study. Me in the mirror. No, Count Chaylor.
It was just looking at him outside the mirror without his face turning pale, his pupils disappearing, his veins popping out, his throat choking, his fear, his mouth splitting, laughing, or screaming.
The real Count Chaylor. He was holding both hands to the mirror surface with a stern expression.
As if the mirror ghost was pulling anyone who touched the mirror.
“I’m not going!!!!! I’m not going back into the mirror!!!”
This can't be happening. After waiting for 200 years, I was finally able to get out!
Never, ever touch a mirror.
However, contrary to the mirror ghost's resolve, his legs moved on their own and continued to head backward.
Because Simone is still coming towards him.
God. That energy is the energy of God to the mirror ghost.
How can one go against the spirit of God?
When such an absurd energy approached him with the intent of destroying him, he simply took a step back so as not to offend the god even a little.
Simone quickly took control of the ghost's mind without saying a word.
'That's amazing.'
Simone herself thought to herself that her own strength was truly amazing and was inwardly impressed.
She was just spreading mana like she was breathing, but the ghost got scared and started walking towards the mirror on its own two feet-
'Oh, is this how necromancers control souls?'
She has to ask El later.
While Simone was thinking peaceful thoughts, the mirror ghost's body finally touched the mirror.
“Ah, ah, no... Ugh!”
At the same time, Count Chaylor, who had been waiting, pulled the mirror ghost towards him and used the recoil to escape outside.
“Ugh... Ugh..."
Okay, okay.
As the Count Chaylor sat down with an exhausted expression, bang! bang! In the mirror, another Count Chaylor looked at him with bloodshot eyes and annoyed, and hit the mirror with his fist-
“Ugh, euaaaah!!!”
When Count Chaylor was startled and crawled away from the mirror, Simone picked up a flower pot from the nightstand and threw it at the mirror.
Clang!
The flower pot and the mirror shattered into pieces at the same time with a loud crash.
Then, the mirror ghost that had been knocking on the mirror and glaring at Count Chaylor just a moment ago suddenly stopped and looked straight ahead as if in disbelief.
And then as if black sand was swirling around, the mirror fell apart and disappeared.
The battle with the mirror ghost finally ends with the cursed mirror breaking.
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