The black mana branches stretched out and slowly seeped into the ground and walls, spreading out over a wider area.
“It’s too dark. Lighter, more discreet, so no one notices you.”
At Geneon's words, Simone muffled Mana's presence a little more. Her strong magical power protected her, but sometimes it became an obstacle that prevented her from hiding her presence.
Geneon also taught Simone how to hide the presence of Mana, which was only destructive.
Geneon's teaching method of simply observing and giving appropriate advice when needed was very helpful to Simone.
Whirlyrick- Whirlyrick-
A cool breeze swept around Simone. Simone felt the mana inside her body quickly drain away, and she closed her eyes to focus on the movement of the mana.
Mana slowly enveloped Marcel's entire room with a very faint aura.
Detection magic that she learned as an attribute from Orkan at the mansion of Viscount Delang and made her own.
It was a magic that helped her a lot in many ways.
'It's visible.'
Slowly, images of the room began to appear in Simone's mind.
Among the tightly packed antique furniture, Marcel was pacing back and forth with an anxious look on her face.
'I guess you're really scared.'
Marcel was shaking violently and occasionally flinching, looking under the bed or waving her hands in the air as if checking something out.
'I told you that you can stay with Abel.'
Although Abel speaks roughly and thoughtlessly, his nature is better than anyone else's.
Above all, maintaining a calm and indifferent attitude when something happens can actually help you overcome your fears.
Marcel seemed a little afraid of Abel, but maybe it was better for them to be together.
“Concentrate!”
Simone was startled by Geneon's shout and killed Mana's presence again.
“How dare you think of something else at such an important time! Mana’s presence almost grew stronger!”
Anyway, if you think about something else, you will notice it like a monster.
'Oh, you could read minds, really.'
"Concentration!"
"Yes."
Simone bit her lip tightly and concentrated on examining the room again.
'So far, there doesn't seem to be any particular problems-'
Shudder.
Simone shivered slightly. Marcel, who had been going here and there, unable to stay still for even a moment, checked the window, then stepped back in surprise.
Outside the tightly closed window, a woman soaking wet was standing there, smiling broadly.
With his pale complexion, bloodless lips, and sunken eyes, anyone could tell that she looked like a dead person.
However, if there is one thing that is different from other ghosts Simone has seen so far, it is this.
'Should I say it swelled or burst...?'
In contrast to her sunken eyes, her skin looked swollen and puffy, as if soaked in water.
'A ghost that died in the water?'
She appeared to be completely soaked in water, with a pale complexion and a swollen body. It was assumed that she had died in the water.
Is that ghost Millie?
“Hmm...”
Simone tilted her head with her eyes closed.
“Why are you doing that?”
“Something... is different from what I heard.”
Geneon looked at her, his voice becoming more and more subtle towards the end.
Even with her eyes closed, she could tell she was extremely flustered.
Simone was literally very embarrassed.
"Mi, Millie..."
Marcel, whose eyes met with that outside the window in the room, called her Millie.
But Simone couldn't understand this at all.
‘Is that... Lady Millie?’
She knows she's smiling, and her outfit matches what Marshall told her, so she thinks it's Millie...
If that's really Millie, how did Marcel know that the author was Millie?
Isn't the appearance that was described so different from the real thing?
Simone couldn't help but be puzzled.
She, who Lady Marcel called Millie, was slowly crawling into the room with her head pushed in with a smiling face.
"Mi, Millie, please... Don’t come. Don’t come."
However, Simone was still lost in other thoughts, not paying attention to the distance between Marcel and Millie that was gradually narrowing.
'How did Marcel recognize her face?'
Millie enters the room, passes Marcel, and sits down in the chair next to the bed.
Clearly, Marcel had accurately described Millie's appearance.
“Her pupils were strangely large. You could barely see the whites of her eyes. There were small scratches on her nose and cheeks, and oh! there was a big wound on her forehead that was bleeding. Other than that, she looked no different than when she was alive. She was still pretty, even though she was hurt here and there, and she always smiled at me as if she found me funny.”
Always the same... was said.
If Millie had always appeared in front of Marcel in the same form, Marcel would not have been able to tell that it was Millie.
How could Marcel possibly think of that person as 'my still beautiful friend' when she saw her face, swollen everywhere except for the smiling corners of her mouth, and her entire body completely crushed as if it had been trampled underfoot?
How can anyone say that she's okay when her entire face, except for her mouth, is so damaged that it's unrecognizable?
"Gyaaaah!!!!"
Simone, who had been lost in thought for a long time, was forcibly awakened by Marcel's scream.
As soon as Millie sat down on the chair, ghosts began to pop out from all over the room as if they had been waiting and started causing a ruckus.
Ghosts came out from under the bed, the edges of the ceiling, the corners of the wall joints, the cracks in the door, and anywhere else they could find themselves, rushing at Marcel as if they were going to devour her.
"Ah, no..."
Marcel was instantly buried in their swamp and soon her figure was hidden from the spirits.
At that moment, Abel's voice was heard through the communications seat.
"Marcel just screamed? Bring her out? Stop?"
“Just wait a moment. I’ll get ready to go in.”
"Isn't this an emergency?"
"Wait."
Simone focused on Marcel without turning off the radio.
Marcel continued to scream as if she was in great pain, but it was not yet time to save her.
Haven't you figured out what Millie and those ghosts want?
How much time has passed like that?
Marcel's screams, which had been going on for a long time, suddenly stopped. Then, a head suddenly rose from among the ghosts and headed towards Millie.
Marcel approached Millie with a calm expression on his face as if nothing had happened, and then suddenly began to act strangely.
'What is that...'
Simone frowned.
The once quiet and timid child would crawl on all fours on the floor, hide under the bed, laugh loudly, run around, and even twist her own limbs.
Just like the characters in the TV shows dealing with exorcists that often aired on TV.
"Simone? I hear a strange noise. Is it really okay if I don't go in?"
Abel's voice came through the communications seat. Simone muttered in confusion.
“You’re going in? Over there?”
"Why? What's going on? Explain it to me and I'll be surprised!"
“Now, just wait a minute!”
Right now, Marcel is waiting at the door with a dagger in her hand, smiling, wondering when he'll come in.
Simone stopped Abel, her voice barely able to express the absurdity.
"Wait? It seems like there's chaos inside. Are you sure it's okay? How long do you want me to wait?"
“It’s okay for now. I want to watch a little longer because things seem to be going strangely.”
After a brief conversation with Abel, Simone finally got a grasp of the situation.
First of all, it was clear that Marcel had already completely lost her mind. She doesn’t know when she became like that, but if she was that crazy, it might be dangerous for Abel to drag her out.
Well then, let's just keep watching for now.
'Oh, I should be able to read your expression....'
Millie, whose face was completely crushed and Simlne couldn't even tell if she was happy or sad, wondered what she was planning to do by putting Marcel in that state.
It was an incredibly bizarre sight, in a different sense than Anasis.
“Simone, keep your presence quiet. Don’t let your emotions get the better of you and get caught by them.”
"Yes."
Simone calmed down and silenced Mana's presence again. Without Geneon, things would have been dire. The sight in her head almost made her presence felt as it was.
At that moment, even though Marcel screamed and cried out for help, and even though she crawled on the floor and laughed, Millie, who had not moved, slowly got up and reached out to her.
Then, Marcel, who had been standing at the door with a dagger in his hand, waiting for Abel, staggered toward her and took her hand.
"Let's go together, Marcel."
Millie's voice brushed past Simone's ears through Mana.
Where are you going? Where are you going?
Simone picked up the radio and passed it on to Abel.
“Abel, get ready.”
'Didn't you finish preparing a long time ago?"
That was when.
“Simone!”
With Geneon's urgent voice, Millie grabbed Marcel with a fierce force and threw herself through the window.
Simone lifted her hands off the ground and started running quickly.
“It’s too dark. Lighter, more discreet, so no one notices you.”
At Geneon's words, Simone muffled Mana's presence a little more. Her strong magical power protected her, but sometimes it became an obstacle that prevented her from hiding her presence.
Geneon also taught Simone how to hide the presence of Mana, which was only destructive.
Geneon's teaching method of simply observing and giving appropriate advice when needed was very helpful to Simone.
Whirlyrick- Whirlyrick-
A cool breeze swept around Simone. Simone felt the mana inside her body quickly drain away, and she closed her eyes to focus on the movement of the mana.
Mana slowly enveloped Marcel's entire room with a very faint aura.
Detection magic that she learned as an attribute from Orkan at the mansion of Viscount Delang and made her own.
It was a magic that helped her a lot in many ways.
'It's visible.'
Slowly, images of the room began to appear in Simone's mind.
Among the tightly packed antique furniture, Marcel was pacing back and forth with an anxious look on her face.
'I guess you're really scared.'
Marcel was shaking violently and occasionally flinching, looking under the bed or waving her hands in the air as if checking something out.
'I told you that you can stay with Abel.'
Although Abel speaks roughly and thoughtlessly, his nature is better than anyone else's.
Above all, maintaining a calm and indifferent attitude when something happens can actually help you overcome your fears.
Marcel seemed a little afraid of Abel, but maybe it was better for them to be together.
“Concentrate!”
Simone was startled by Geneon's shout and killed Mana's presence again.
“How dare you think of something else at such an important time! Mana’s presence almost grew stronger!”
Anyway, if you think about something else, you will notice it like a monster.
'Oh, you could read minds, really.'
"Concentration!"
"Yes."
Simone bit her lip tightly and concentrated on examining the room again.
'So far, there doesn't seem to be any particular problems-'
Shudder.
Simone shivered slightly. Marcel, who had been going here and there, unable to stay still for even a moment, checked the window, then stepped back in surprise.
Outside the tightly closed window, a woman soaking wet was standing there, smiling broadly.
With his pale complexion, bloodless lips, and sunken eyes, anyone could tell that she looked like a dead person.
However, if there is one thing that is different from other ghosts Simone has seen so far, it is this.
'Should I say it swelled or burst...?'
In contrast to her sunken eyes, her skin looked swollen and puffy, as if soaked in water.
'A ghost that died in the water?'
She appeared to be completely soaked in water, with a pale complexion and a swollen body. It was assumed that she had died in the water.
Is that ghost Millie?
“Hmm...”
Simone tilted her head with her eyes closed.
“Why are you doing that?”
“Something... is different from what I heard.”
Geneon looked at her, his voice becoming more and more subtle towards the end.
Even with her eyes closed, she could tell she was extremely flustered.
Simone was literally very embarrassed.
"Mi, Millie..."
Marcel, whose eyes met with that outside the window in the room, called her Millie.
But Simone couldn't understand this at all.
‘Is that... Lady Millie?’
She knows she's smiling, and her outfit matches what Marshall told her, so she thinks it's Millie...
If that's really Millie, how did Marcel know that the author was Millie?
Isn't the appearance that was described so different from the real thing?
Simone couldn't help but be puzzled.
She, who Lady Marcel called Millie, was slowly crawling into the room with her head pushed in with a smiling face.
"Mi, Millie, please... Don’t come. Don’t come."
However, Simone was still lost in other thoughts, not paying attention to the distance between Marcel and Millie that was gradually narrowing.
'How did Marcel recognize her face?'
Millie enters the room, passes Marcel, and sits down in the chair next to the bed.
Clearly, Marcel had accurately described Millie's appearance.
“Her pupils were strangely large. You could barely see the whites of her eyes. There were small scratches on her nose and cheeks, and oh! there was a big wound on her forehead that was bleeding. Other than that, she looked no different than when she was alive. She was still pretty, even though she was hurt here and there, and she always smiled at me as if she found me funny.”
Always the same... was said.
If Millie had always appeared in front of Marcel in the same form, Marcel would not have been able to tell that it was Millie.
How could Marcel possibly think of that person as 'my still beautiful friend' when she saw her face, swollen everywhere except for the smiling corners of her mouth, and her entire body completely crushed as if it had been trampled underfoot?
How can anyone say that she's okay when her entire face, except for her mouth, is so damaged that it's unrecognizable?
"Gyaaaah!!!!"
Simone, who had been lost in thought for a long time, was forcibly awakened by Marcel's scream.
As soon as Millie sat down on the chair, ghosts began to pop out from all over the room as if they had been waiting and started causing a ruckus.
Ghosts came out from under the bed, the edges of the ceiling, the corners of the wall joints, the cracks in the door, and anywhere else they could find themselves, rushing at Marcel as if they were going to devour her.
"Ah, no..."
Marcel was instantly buried in their swamp and soon her figure was hidden from the spirits.
At that moment, Abel's voice was heard through the communications seat.
"Marcel just screamed? Bring her out? Stop?"
“Just wait a moment. I’ll get ready to go in.”
"Isn't this an emergency?"
"Wait."
Simone focused on Marcel without turning off the radio.
Marcel continued to scream as if she was in great pain, but it was not yet time to save her.
Haven't you figured out what Millie and those ghosts want?
How much time has passed like that?
Marcel's screams, which had been going on for a long time, suddenly stopped. Then, a head suddenly rose from among the ghosts and headed towards Millie.
Marcel approached Millie with a calm expression on his face as if nothing had happened, and then suddenly began to act strangely.
'What is that...'
Simone frowned.
The once quiet and timid child would crawl on all fours on the floor, hide under the bed, laugh loudly, run around, and even twist her own limbs.
Just like the characters in the TV shows dealing with exorcists that often aired on TV.
"Simone? I hear a strange noise. Is it really okay if I don't go in?"
Abel's voice came through the communications seat. Simone muttered in confusion.
“You’re going in? Over there?”
"Why? What's going on? Explain it to me and I'll be surprised!"
“Now, just wait a minute!”
Right now, Marcel is waiting at the door with a dagger in her hand, smiling, wondering when he'll come in.
Simone stopped Abel, her voice barely able to express the absurdity.
"Wait? It seems like there's chaos inside. Are you sure it's okay? How long do you want me to wait?"
“It’s okay for now. I want to watch a little longer because things seem to be going strangely.”
After a brief conversation with Abel, Simone finally got a grasp of the situation.
First of all, it was clear that Marcel had already completely lost her mind. She doesn’t know when she became like that, but if she was that crazy, it might be dangerous for Abel to drag her out.
Well then, let's just keep watching for now.
'Oh, I should be able to read your expression....'
Millie, whose face was completely crushed and Simlne couldn't even tell if she was happy or sad, wondered what she was planning to do by putting Marcel in that state.
It was an incredibly bizarre sight, in a different sense than Anasis.
“Simone, keep your presence quiet. Don’t let your emotions get the better of you and get caught by them.”
"Yes."
Simone calmed down and silenced Mana's presence again. Without Geneon, things would have been dire. The sight in her head almost made her presence felt as it was.
At that moment, even though Marcel screamed and cried out for help, and even though she crawled on the floor and laughed, Millie, who had not moved, slowly got up and reached out to her.
Then, Marcel, who had been standing at the door with a dagger in his hand, waiting for Abel, staggered toward her and took her hand.
"Let's go together, Marcel."
Millie's voice brushed past Simone's ears through Mana.
Where are you going? Where are you going?
Simone picked up the radio and passed it on to Abel.
“Abel, get ready.”
'Didn't you finish preparing a long time ago?"
That was when.
“Simone!”
With Geneon's urgent voice, Millie grabbed Marcel with a fierce force and threw herself through the window.
Simone lifted her hands off the ground and started running quickly.
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