Millie, who looked ready to rush in and drag Marcel back in at any moment, stood motionless, looking at Simone.
In fact, since her eyes were sunken in, it was only Simone's imagination that she was looking.
'I don't know if that's real Millie or not.'
There have been quite a few ghosts that have taken the form of humans and threatened their targets by approaching them, such as red trees that eat people, and rats that eat human fingernails and disguise themselves as humans.
So Simone can't be sure if she's really Millie. So she hopes not.
Neither the fact that Marcel's best friend turned and tried to drag Marcel away nor the fact that a good person lost her life at a young age was pleasant at all.
She wishes Millie was alive if possible. She wishes she was alive, even if she's in danger...
“Marcel, let’s go together.”
Simone bit her lips.
Unfortunately, Simone's wishes have rarely come true so far.
Simone glared at Millie and walked slowly toward her. As Simone moved, Millie's gaze naturally followed her.
What on earth does that kid want? Why can't she let go of her attachment to this world even after death and why does she come back in such a miserable state to torment her friend?
'Marcel, let's go together. Marcel, let's go together.'
No, but was it really Marcel who was bullying her in the first place?
Simone asked.
“Why? Can’t I go with you instead of Lady Marcel?”
Millie's eyes looked back at Simone. There seemed to be no intention of attack. She simply shook her head.
"No."
Then she looked at Marcel and said.
“Marcel, we have to go.”
What?
Simone paused. What are you saying now? You have to go?
Simone waited for Millie to say something again, but after that, she didn't say anything and just looked at Marcel with pity.
Finally, Simone, unable to bear it any longer, spoke to Millie first.
“What did you just say? What do you mean you have to go?”
Then, Millie, who had been standing still, suddenly turned around and started heading towards the lake.
Simone followed her as if it was a given.
“Simone!”
Abel, who had been taking care of Marcel from behind, quickly followed her.
“Where is Lady Marcel?”
“She passed out. I don’t think it’ll be dangerous if I leave her alone.”
“Even so, are you really going to leave a noble lady abandoned on the street?”
“Whether she is a noble or not, will she die just by sleeping on the street?”
Let's stop talking. Simone shook her head and continued walking.
Geneon is there, so he'll take care of it.
Abel opened his mouth, glancing at Millie who was walking ahead.
“But Simone. Didn’t you say that the fact that ghosts can be seen by an ordinary person like me means that their thoughts are that strong?”
"Yes."
Of course, in Abel's eyes, some very faint souls are not particularly strong. As the main character, he is born with a genius talent for sensing certain energies.
But surely a ghost with that level of presence would have been visible to the eyes of an ordinary person.
In short, it may not be so strange that the people of the Frey family mansion saw and treated Millie as they did Marcel.
Abel muttered, exhaling through his nose.
“What is she so upset about that she's acting like that?”
“I’m curious too. I don’t think she's just trying to harass Marcel or drag her away for no reason.”
So let's just follow along. It seems like there's a reason for every action.
Simone looked at Millie's back with a complicated expression on her face.
She doesn't seem like a vengeful ghost who holds a lot of grudges, nor does she seem to have any particular attachment to this world.
She just shows an excessive obsession with one person, Marcel.
Simone thought it was a little strange from the beginning. The dead came back as spirits, but they were directed at innocent friends rather than family or enemies?
Why?
Millie walked and walked and walked. Simone and Abel followed her quietly.
When Millie finally stepped into the lake, Simone hesitated for a moment and then wet her feet in the water.
“Wow, it’s colder than I thought? Is Lady Marcel okay? Did she have a heart attack?”
If I suddenly came to my senses in this cold water, my heart would not have survived.
Abel asked calmly at Simone's grumbling.
“What is a heart attack? If she has a heart attack, she dies.”
“...No. That’s enough. Don’t say anything.”
Anyway, let's just understand that Marcel didn't die, so let's move on. Abel is a protagonist who is originally a bit ignorant, passionate, and always speaks sharply, but his morality is his charm.
Abel glanced at Simone, who was shivering from the cold of the lake and pointed outside.
“Hey, you get out. I’ll go in alone. You’ll end up in trouble too.”
How come Orkan, Simone, and El are all weak and fall apart?
Then Simone glared at Abel with a face that seemed both incredulous and annoyed.
"Hey!"
“Oh, I said it’s okay? Don’t be stubborn and just go. Why are you shaking like that-”
“You should have told me a long time ago!”
"...What?"
“Oh, what if you tell me now? I’m already wet.”
Simone waved her hand, pointing at her wet clothes and getting irritated. Abel chuckled in disbelief.
“Should I be sorry?”
“No! Thank you for your consideration!”
But she's annoyed because she's so cold she could die.
Simone continued to move forward, shivering.
“Yes. It’s already wet, and I want to see it with my own eyes.”
Before she knew it, the water was reaching Simone's waist, and judging by Millie's momentum, it seemed like she would go in much further.
“Can’t you do something like that? Like fire magic.”
“I can’t do that. I’m a necromancer, not a wizard.”
If it were Geneon, he could tell her how. It's just sad that it's not now.
No, no matter how cold it is, is it really this cold? It seems particularly cold. The surroundings are covered in fog, and because it's night, the temperature must have dropped.
In fact, it is really dangerous to go into the water at night like this.
“Aren’t you cold?”
“Will you be cold with just this?”
...Should I really have just left it to Abel?
While Simone was feeling a little regretful, before she knew it, her body was completely submerged up to the tip of her head and she could no longer be seen.
Simone said in a voice shivering from the cold.
“Watch your ankles. Don’t fall.”
"What?"
“Water ghosts are at their most dangerous when they enter the water. They drag you in from under the water.”
It is an obvious fact, but Abel does not know this obvious fact. Of course, Abel is capable of overcoming danger on his own, but isn't the tenacity of the water ghost in various stories unparalleled?
Then Abel grumbled.
“You take care of yourself. I’ll hold on. You’re so weak-”
“I’m losing to a ghost? I’m a necromancer.”
"Ah."
By the way, what should I do from now on? If I create a shield with mana, will it be possible to breathe underwater? Will that be difficult?
While Simone was wondering how to follow Millie, Abel rolled his eyes and said in a sarcastic tone.
“But wouldn’t it be good if I got dragged away? I’d know right away what they were trying to do.”
"That-"
In fact, since her eyes were sunken in, it was only Simone's imagination that she was looking.
'I don't know if that's real Millie or not.'
There have been quite a few ghosts that have taken the form of humans and threatened their targets by approaching them, such as red trees that eat people, and rats that eat human fingernails and disguise themselves as humans.
So Simone can't be sure if she's really Millie. So she hopes not.
Neither the fact that Marcel's best friend turned and tried to drag Marcel away nor the fact that a good person lost her life at a young age was pleasant at all.
She wishes Millie was alive if possible. She wishes she was alive, even if she's in danger...
“Marcel, let’s go together.”
Simone bit her lips.
Unfortunately, Simone's wishes have rarely come true so far.
Simone glared at Millie and walked slowly toward her. As Simone moved, Millie's gaze naturally followed her.
What on earth does that kid want? Why can't she let go of her attachment to this world even after death and why does she come back in such a miserable state to torment her friend?
'Marcel, let's go together. Marcel, let's go together.'
As Simone stopped in front of Millie, who was chanting as if it were a spell, she could smell a putrid smell that made her frown.
The smell of the dead. Millie showed no sign of aversion even though Simone, the necromancer, stood before her.
Ah. Looking closely.
Simone sighed without realizing it.
Her eyes were looking at Marcel. It was hard to read her eyes because they were sunken, but Simone could tell why she was calling Marcel.
She was sad.
She was feeling sorry.
It seemed like she had no intention of bothering Marcel any longer.
The smell of the dead. Millie showed no sign of aversion even though Simone, the necromancer, stood before her.
Ah. Looking closely.
Simone sighed without realizing it.
Her eyes were looking at Marcel. It was hard to read her eyes because they were sunken, but Simone could tell why she was calling Marcel.
She was sad.
She was feeling sorry.
It seemed like she had no intention of bothering Marcel any longer.
No, but was it really Marcel who was bullying her in the first place?
Simone asked.
“Why? Can’t I go with you instead of Lady Marcel?”
Millie's eyes looked back at Simone. There seemed to be no intention of attack. She simply shook her head.
"No."
Then she looked at Marcel and said.
“Marcel, we have to go.”
What?
Simone paused. What are you saying now? You have to go?
Simone waited for Millie to say something again, but after that, she didn't say anything and just looked at Marcel with pity.
Finally, Simone, unable to bear it any longer, spoke to Millie first.
“What did you just say? What do you mean you have to go?”
Then, Millie, who had been standing still, suddenly turned around and started heading towards the lake.
Simone followed her as if it was a given.
“Simone!”
Abel, who had been taking care of Marcel from behind, quickly followed her.
“Where is Lady Marcel?”
“She passed out. I don’t think it’ll be dangerous if I leave her alone.”
“Even so, are you really going to leave a noble lady abandoned on the street?”
“Whether she is a noble or not, will she die just by sleeping on the street?”
Let's stop talking. Simone shook her head and continued walking.
Geneon is there, so he'll take care of it.
Abel opened his mouth, glancing at Millie who was walking ahead.
“But Simone. Didn’t you say that the fact that ghosts can be seen by an ordinary person like me means that their thoughts are that strong?”
"Yes."
Of course, in Abel's eyes, some very faint souls are not particularly strong. As the main character, he is born with a genius talent for sensing certain energies.
But surely a ghost with that level of presence would have been visible to the eyes of an ordinary person.
In short, it may not be so strange that the people of the Frey family mansion saw and treated Millie as they did Marcel.
Abel muttered, exhaling through his nose.
“What is she so upset about that she's acting like that?”
“I’m curious too. I don’t think she's just trying to harass Marcel or drag her away for no reason.”
So let's just follow along. It seems like there's a reason for every action.
Simone looked at Millie's back with a complicated expression on her face.
She doesn't seem like a vengeful ghost who holds a lot of grudges, nor does she seem to have any particular attachment to this world.
She just shows an excessive obsession with one person, Marcel.
Simone thought it was a little strange from the beginning. The dead came back as spirits, but they were directed at innocent friends rather than family or enemies?
Why?
Millie walked and walked and walked. Simone and Abel followed her quietly.
When Millie finally stepped into the lake, Simone hesitated for a moment and then wet her feet in the water.
“Wow, it’s colder than I thought? Is Lady Marcel okay? Did she have a heart attack?”
If I suddenly came to my senses in this cold water, my heart would not have survived.
Abel asked calmly at Simone's grumbling.
“What is a heart attack? If she has a heart attack, she dies.”
“...No. That’s enough. Don’t say anything.”
Anyway, let's just understand that Marcel didn't die, so let's move on. Abel is a protagonist who is originally a bit ignorant, passionate, and always speaks sharply, but his morality is his charm.
Abel glanced at Simone, who was shivering from the cold of the lake and pointed outside.
“Hey, you get out. I’ll go in alone. You’ll end up in trouble too.”
How come Orkan, Simone, and El are all weak and fall apart?
Then Simone glared at Abel with a face that seemed both incredulous and annoyed.
"Hey!"
“Oh, I said it’s okay? Don’t be stubborn and just go. Why are you shaking like that-”
“You should have told me a long time ago!”
"...What?"
“Oh, what if you tell me now? I’m already wet.”
Simone waved her hand, pointing at her wet clothes and getting irritated. Abel chuckled in disbelief.
“Should I be sorry?”
“No! Thank you for your consideration!”
But she's annoyed because she's so cold she could die.
Simone continued to move forward, shivering.
“Yes. It’s already wet, and I want to see it with my own eyes.”
Before she knew it, the water was reaching Simone's waist, and judging by Millie's momentum, it seemed like she would go in much further.
“Can’t you do something like that? Like fire magic.”
“I can’t do that. I’m a necromancer, not a wizard.”
If it were Geneon, he could tell her how. It's just sad that it's not now.
No, no matter how cold it is, is it really this cold? It seems particularly cold. The surroundings are covered in fog, and because it's night, the temperature must have dropped.
In fact, it is really dangerous to go into the water at night like this.
“Aren’t you cold?”
“Will you be cold with just this?”
...Should I really have just left it to Abel?
While Simone was feeling a little regretful, before she knew it, her body was completely submerged up to the tip of her head and she could no longer be seen.
Simone said in a voice shivering from the cold.
“Watch your ankles. Don’t fall.”
"What?"
“Water ghosts are at their most dangerous when they enter the water. They drag you in from under the water.”
It is an obvious fact, but Abel does not know this obvious fact. Of course, Abel is capable of overcoming danger on his own, but isn't the tenacity of the water ghost in various stories unparalleled?
Then Abel grumbled.
“You take care of yourself. I’ll hold on. You’re so weak-”
“I’m losing to a ghost? I’m a necromancer.”
"Ah."
By the way, what should I do from now on? If I create a shield with mana, will it be possible to breathe underwater? Will that be difficult?
While Simone was wondering how to follow Millie, Abel rolled his eyes and said in a sarcastic tone.
“But wouldn’t it be good if I got dragged away? I’d know right away what they were trying to do.”
"That-"
Splash!
“..."
Simone closed her mouth as she was about to speak. Abel disappeared into the water in an instant.
"Abel?"
No one answered Simone's cautious call. It never seemed as if they had gone in of their own accord.
Simone quickly took up a defensive stance.
Is this the beginning? The moment she quickly drew up her mana and covered her body with a protective shield, something like a thread rippled and wrapped itself around Simone's ankle in an instant.
The depth of sleep has now reached chest level.
Even if she shakes her feet, the things wrapped around her ankles won't come loose.
But the depth was such that the moment she put her arm down, her face would sink in.
'Is there really no other way than going into the water?'
“Hi... If I had known you’d come underwater, I would have learned breathing techniques from Geneon...”
The moment Simone gave up and relaxed all her strength, the threads quickly pulled her into the water.
Dark lake.
As soon as Simone fell into the water, what she saw was Abel swinging his sword in the black thread, and Millie approaching with a swollen face and wide-eyed smile.
Tens of thousands of threads slowly crawl up from the ankles and wrap around the entire body.
It was Millie's hair.
“..."
Simone closed her mouth as she was about to speak. Abel disappeared into the water in an instant.
"Abel?"
No one answered Simone's cautious call. It never seemed as if they had gone in of their own accord.
Simone quickly took up a defensive stance.
Is this the beginning? The moment she quickly drew up her mana and covered her body with a protective shield, something like a thread rippled and wrapped itself around Simone's ankle in an instant.
The depth of sleep has now reached chest level.
Even if she shakes her feet, the things wrapped around her ankles won't come loose.
But the depth was such that the moment she put her arm down, her face would sink in.
'Is there really no other way than going into the water?'
“Hi... If I had known you’d come underwater, I would have learned breathing techniques from Geneon...”
The moment Simone gave up and relaxed all her strength, the threads quickly pulled her into the water.
Dark lake.
As soon as Simone fell into the water, what she saw was Abel swinging his sword in the black thread, and Millie approaching with a swollen face and wide-eyed smile.
Tens of thousands of threads slowly crawl up from the ankles and wrap around the entire body.
It was Millie's hair.
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