“I’ve been thinking about this since I visited the Viscount Delang’s mansion.”
Abel looked at Simone as she muttered. On the way to Lady Marcel’s room, Simone looked around and said.
“Are all noble families’ mansions this splendid?”
“Are you asking me that now?”
Abel grumbled as if to ask for water.
In fact, Abel, like Simone, is a person who has no (yet) connection with the nobility.
Unless it was a chance encounter like Louis's, there probably weren't any nobles who would have wanted to invite him into their mansion and become friends with him.
Abel took a quick look around the mansion and spoke indifferently.
“It is indeed splendid, just as you said.”
The gloomy and cursed Grand Duke Illeston's residence, where sunlight rarely reaches.
The palace that he only visited when there was an unintentional problem.
If you keep seeing only such places, then once in a while, you will see a perfectly normal mansion, ah, of course, the mansion of Viscount Delang was a trap, but anyway, when you see an ordinary mansion, the atmosphere is so different that you wonder if it really exists in the same world.
The Frey family's mansion was much brighter and more ornate than the Delang mansion.
She thought that perhaps the mansion of the young ladies in the romance fantasy novels where Simone sings like that would be exactly like this.
'Are you saying that ghost parties happen in a house like this every night?'
For now, her mind is at peace with the sunlight streaming in through the window, let alone ghosts.
“I don’t feel anything at all? I don’t see anything suspicious.”
Abel seemed to feel the same way. Simone shrugged.
“I don’t know. I wonder what will happen at night. My house is pretty peaceful during the day.”
“That’s not it.”
Simone glanced at Abel's firm answer and nodded.
At that moment, a middle-aged man came walking out from around the corner of the hallway, and when his eyes met Simone's, he frowned and stopped.
“Oh, Father.”
It seemed to be Count Frey. Simone smiled politely and bowed her head slightly to him. Only then did Count Frey slowly walk toward them.
He had hoped that they would not run into each other, but their paths crossed, and when Simone greeted him, it was obvious that he had come reluctantly.
'There's no way a noble could hide his emotions like this.'
Showing off like that probably means that he doesn't want to hide his feelings and am going to express them.
“The hero has arrived. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am the head of House Frey.”
Simone smiled brightly and greeted him politely once more, although his actions did not seem at all welcoming.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Count Frey. My name is Simone.”
Count Frey's eyebrows slightly quirked. Contrary to what she had expected, he was quite polite to the necromancer.
“...I have heard many stories. As a noble of the empire, it would be rude not to thank our hero. Thank you for saving Luan.”
“I just did what was expected of me as a citizen of the empire.”
Meow-
Geneon, who was in Abel's arms, hit Simone's back with his forepaw.
It meant to tell her to lick her lips and speak. But Simone paid no attention and kept her polite smile on.
Since ancient times, adults, regardless of nationality, liked to be polite.
Although Marcel is trying hard, it would be helpful to look a little better to Count Frey, the owner of the mansion, so that she can handle things more freely.
As expected, this worked. A tiny smile appeared on Count Frey’s lips.
“You’re quite different from what I thought.”
“Is that so?”
“After we finish talking with Marcel, let’s have dinner together. It would be very beneficial to talk to a hero of the Empire.”
“Of course. Oh, and this one-”
When Simone pointed at Abel, Abel spoke grumpily.
"Abel."
Count Frey's expression, which had been completely relaxed, frowned again. Along with that, Simone's smile cracked.
“... He is Abel, the hero who prevented the Demon King’s resurrection.”
Only after Simone gave her additional explanation did the wrinkles between Count Frey's eyebrows slightly fade.
“You were a hero too. I thank you too.”
That was all Count Frey had to say to Abel.
The Count looked at Marcel with a solemn expression.
“Marcel, they are heroes who saved the empire anyway. Since you invited them, treat them well and don’t take up too much of their time.”
“Yes, I understand, Father.”
“Then I guess I’ll be going now.”
Count Frey passed them by with a cold expression and disappeared.
Marcel said with an apologetic face.
“I’m sorry. Should we go to my room quickly?”
“Is that okay? The Count seems to want us to leave early. I plan to stay here and watch the situation at least until the sun rises.”
“Oh, it’s okay!”
"I promise you," Marcel said to herself.
“You can stay as long as you want. You are my guest, right? No matter what my father says, I will take care of it. You can stay as long as you want!”
“Yes. Then I will do my best to resolve the request.”
Finally, the three of them reached their destination. Marcel opened the door, biting her lips as if she was nervous for no reason.
“This is my room.”
Simone closed her eyes tightly for a moment at the pouring brilliance.
Dazzling...
Pouring sunlight. A pure white, sparkling space filled with something.
If she had to sum up her first impression of Marcel's room in one word, it would be...
“You are very much loved, Lady Marcel.”
Marcel answered sheepishly.
“After all... my parents said that the successor to the family must only use good things...”
Oh, Simone guess she could have taken about 20 more gold coins from that pocket.
Geneon noticed Simone's eyes sparkling with greed and stepped on her foot with his forepaw.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeee-!”
It meant to stop thinking about useless things and just focus on the request.
Simone entered the room with a sigh.
“As of now, there’s nothing particularly strange.”
“Oh, that’s right. Nothing is going on during the day. Millie usually comes to visit from the evening until the sun rises in the morning.”
Sometimes she'd be waiting in Marcel's room when shr got back from the academy, and sometimes she'd be there when she returned to her room after dinner.
Most of them would come after Marcel had fallen asleep. When Marcel woke up to the sound of giggling and whispering, that was when hell began.
“There are several ways to find them. Sometimes they come before me and wait, and sometimes they watch from outside the window and then come in.”
Simone unconsciously turned her gaze out the window.
This room is on the second floor. Even if they knew that they were ghosts, they would have been terrified just by the thought of someone watching them from a window two stories high.
“And if you come there first and wait, the location will change depending on the situation. Under the bed, on the ceiling, next to the bed, on a table or chair.”
The more Marcel spoke, the more resentful she became as if she had been holding back a lot of things.
Simone seemed to understand that sentiment.
She must have been on the verge of going crazy because she was being harassed by them every night and no one believed him.
“Yes, Young Lady. You don’t have to say anything anymore.”
Marcel's mouth was shut tightly. She knew from Simone's expression that there was no need to explain at length.
Simone and Abel sat comfortably on chairs at the table.
“If you wait, it will show you.”
Simone held out her palm towards Marcel.
"Yes?"
“The amulet. Please give it back. If it’s there, Millie won’t come.”
“Ah! Yes!”
Marcel quickly took the amulet out of her bosom and handed it to Simone. Simone smiled without realizing it.
It had only been a few days since Simone had given her the new talisman, but it was already worn out and on the verge of tearing.
“Wow, if it had stayed just one more day it would have been torn.”
Marcel's face turned pale at Simone's muttering. Simone placed the amulet on the table and waved her hand.
“From now on, don’t worry about us and do whatever you want.”
“It doesn’t matter if the seat is empty.”
“Oh, then...”
At Simone and Abel's words, Marcel hesitated and then quietly left the room.
Rather than saying that something was going on, it seemed like she was trying to avoid interfering with the two people's work.
Abel asked, looking around the room absentmindedly.
“What should we do now?”
“There’s not much to do, but just in case, let’s check the room to see if there are any gems scattered by the Occult Society.”
"Yes."
Abel got up straight away and started rummaging through the drawers.
“I learned from Bianchi and now I’m good at this.”
Simone also got up as she heard his voice babbling uneasily.
“...”
Her gaze briefly lingered on the amulet.
'That's strange.'
Heavily contaminated and spoiled paper.
The windows were tightly shut, so there shouldn't be any wind in the room, but the amulet was shaking intermittently as if it was receiving someone's breath.
Abel looked at Simone as she muttered. On the way to Lady Marcel’s room, Simone looked around and said.
“Are all noble families’ mansions this splendid?”
“Are you asking me that now?”
Abel grumbled as if to ask for water.
In fact, Abel, like Simone, is a person who has no (yet) connection with the nobility.
Unless it was a chance encounter like Louis's, there probably weren't any nobles who would have wanted to invite him into their mansion and become friends with him.
Abel took a quick look around the mansion and spoke indifferently.
“It is indeed splendid, just as you said.”
The gloomy and cursed Grand Duke Illeston's residence, where sunlight rarely reaches.
The palace that he only visited when there was an unintentional problem.
If you keep seeing only such places, then once in a while, you will see a perfectly normal mansion, ah, of course, the mansion of Viscount Delang was a trap, but anyway, when you see an ordinary mansion, the atmosphere is so different that you wonder if it really exists in the same world.
The Frey family's mansion was much brighter and more ornate than the Delang mansion.
She thought that perhaps the mansion of the young ladies in the romance fantasy novels where Simone sings like that would be exactly like this.
'Are you saying that ghost parties happen in a house like this every night?'
For now, her mind is at peace with the sunlight streaming in through the window, let alone ghosts.
“I don’t feel anything at all? I don’t see anything suspicious.”
Abel seemed to feel the same way. Simone shrugged.
“I don’t know. I wonder what will happen at night. My house is pretty peaceful during the day.”
“That’s not it.”
Simone glanced at Abel's firm answer and nodded.
At that moment, a middle-aged man came walking out from around the corner of the hallway, and when his eyes met Simone's, he frowned and stopped.
“Oh, Father.”
It seemed to be Count Frey. Simone smiled politely and bowed her head slightly to him. Only then did Count Frey slowly walk toward them.
He had hoped that they would not run into each other, but their paths crossed, and when Simone greeted him, it was obvious that he had come reluctantly.
'There's no way a noble could hide his emotions like this.'
Showing off like that probably means that he doesn't want to hide his feelings and am going to express them.
“The hero has arrived. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am the head of House Frey.”
Simone smiled brightly and greeted him politely once more, although his actions did not seem at all welcoming.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Count Frey. My name is Simone.”
Count Frey's eyebrows slightly quirked. Contrary to what she had expected, he was quite polite to the necromancer.
“...I have heard many stories. As a noble of the empire, it would be rude not to thank our hero. Thank you for saving Luan.”
“I just did what was expected of me as a citizen of the empire.”
Meow-
Geneon, who was in Abel's arms, hit Simone's back with his forepaw.
It meant to tell her to lick her lips and speak. But Simone paid no attention and kept her polite smile on.
Since ancient times, adults, regardless of nationality, liked to be polite.
Although Marcel is trying hard, it would be helpful to look a little better to Count Frey, the owner of the mansion, so that she can handle things more freely.
As expected, this worked. A tiny smile appeared on Count Frey’s lips.
“You’re quite different from what I thought.”
“Is that so?”
“After we finish talking with Marcel, let’s have dinner together. It would be very beneficial to talk to a hero of the Empire.”
“Of course. Oh, and this one-”
When Simone pointed at Abel, Abel spoke grumpily.
"Abel."
Count Frey's expression, which had been completely relaxed, frowned again. Along with that, Simone's smile cracked.
“... He is Abel, the hero who prevented the Demon King’s resurrection.”
Only after Simone gave her additional explanation did the wrinkles between Count Frey's eyebrows slightly fade.
“You were a hero too. I thank you too.”
That was all Count Frey had to say to Abel.
The Count looked at Marcel with a solemn expression.
“Marcel, they are heroes who saved the empire anyway. Since you invited them, treat them well and don’t take up too much of their time.”
“Yes, I understand, Father.”
“Then I guess I’ll be going now.”
Count Frey passed them by with a cold expression and disappeared.
Marcel said with an apologetic face.
“I’m sorry. Should we go to my room quickly?”
“Is that okay? The Count seems to want us to leave early. I plan to stay here and watch the situation at least until the sun rises.”
“Oh, it’s okay!”
"I promise you," Marcel said to herself.
“You can stay as long as you want. You are my guest, right? No matter what my father says, I will take care of it. You can stay as long as you want!”
“Yes. Then I will do my best to resolve the request.”
Finally, the three of them reached their destination. Marcel opened the door, biting her lips as if she was nervous for no reason.
“This is my room.”
Simone closed her eyes tightly for a moment at the pouring brilliance.
Dazzling...
Pouring sunlight. A pure white, sparkling space filled with something.
If she had to sum up her first impression of Marcel's room in one word, it would be...
“You are very much loved, Lady Marcel.”
Marcel answered sheepishly.
“After all... my parents said that the successor to the family must only use good things...”
Oh, Simone guess she could have taken about 20 more gold coins from that pocket.
Geneon noticed Simone's eyes sparkling with greed and stepped on her foot with his forepaw.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeee-!”
It meant to stop thinking about useless things and just focus on the request.
Simone entered the room with a sigh.
“As of now, there’s nothing particularly strange.”
“Oh, that’s right. Nothing is going on during the day. Millie usually comes to visit from the evening until the sun rises in the morning.”
Sometimes she'd be waiting in Marcel's room when shr got back from the academy, and sometimes she'd be there when she returned to her room after dinner.
Most of them would come after Marcel had fallen asleep. When Marcel woke up to the sound of giggling and whispering, that was when hell began.
“There are several ways to find them. Sometimes they come before me and wait, and sometimes they watch from outside the window and then come in.”
Simone unconsciously turned her gaze out the window.
This room is on the second floor. Even if they knew that they were ghosts, they would have been terrified just by the thought of someone watching them from a window two stories high.
“And if you come there first and wait, the location will change depending on the situation. Under the bed, on the ceiling, next to the bed, on a table or chair.”
The more Marcel spoke, the more resentful she became as if she had been holding back a lot of things.
Simone seemed to understand that sentiment.
She must have been on the verge of going crazy because she was being harassed by them every night and no one believed him.
“Yes, Young Lady. You don’t have to say anything anymore.”
Marcel's mouth was shut tightly. She knew from Simone's expression that there was no need to explain at length.
Simone and Abel sat comfortably on chairs at the table.
“If you wait, it will show you.”
Simone held out her palm towards Marcel.
"Yes?"
“The amulet. Please give it back. If it’s there, Millie won’t come.”
“Ah! Yes!”
Marcel quickly took the amulet out of her bosom and handed it to Simone. Simone smiled without realizing it.
It had only been a few days since Simone had given her the new talisman, but it was already worn out and on the verge of tearing.
“Wow, if it had stayed just one more day it would have been torn.”
Marcel's face turned pale at Simone's muttering. Simone placed the amulet on the table and waved her hand.
“From now on, don’t worry about us and do whatever you want.”
“It doesn’t matter if the seat is empty.”
“Oh, then...”
At Simone and Abel's words, Marcel hesitated and then quietly left the room.
Rather than saying that something was going on, it seemed like she was trying to avoid interfering with the two people's work.
Abel asked, looking around the room absentmindedly.
“What should we do now?”
“There’s not much to do, but just in case, let’s check the room to see if there are any gems scattered by the Occult Society.”
"Yes."
Abel got up straight away and started rummaging through the drawers.
“I learned from Bianchi and now I’m good at this.”
Simone also got up as she heard his voice babbling uneasily.
“...”
Her gaze briefly lingered on the amulet.
'That's strange.'
Heavily contaminated and spoiled paper.
The windows were tightly shut, so there shouldn't be any wind in the room, but the amulet was shaking intermittently as if it was receiving someone's breath.
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