‘Where did the wind come from..."
Count Frey leaned against the doorway and turned his gaze to the window.
Since the owner was not staying there at the time, the windows were naturally shut tightly.
So where does this wind come from?
The Count's gaze turned to Simone again.
She didn't ask for an answer. She just knew right away where it was coming from because of the ominousness she felt in the wind, even without anyone having to answer.
Her black hair blew in all directions. A strong wind blew around Simone and the floor shook loudly.
It was a matter of seconds before the black mana spread out from Simone's body and swept through the entire room on the wind.
Count Frey took a step back without realizing it.
“Ugh! This, this...!”
It was a mana so threatening that just being close to it took his breath away.
“What is this-”
How dare you bring ominous mana to Marcel's room!
Count Frey, who was about to shout, suddenly remembered something and closed his mouth.
“I’m telling you not to get in trouble by interfering with what I’m doing.”
Was this the warning that Simone was giving with a bright smile?
Was it meant to spread ominous mana throughout the room, so don't get swept away?
Count Frey looked at Simone, biting his lips.
'This is a necromancer.'
The wind was still blowing around Simone like a storm, and Simone was scattering black mana.
The one who uses such threatening and oppressive power is a necromancer.
However, Count Frey was only momentarily flustered and soon regained his original composure.
Of course, it is an amazing power that makes an ordinary person like the Count instinctively avoid it just by looking at it.
But would the nobility of the empire be so frightened by the power of a mere necromancer that they would run away?
It wasn't as if she was planning to attack, but the passing mana wind wasn't that dangerous compared to what he saw.
“What on earth are you trying to do?”
Count Frey, who had been grumbling and leaning against the doorway again, soon had to take another step back with eyes filled with shock.
Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!
Ugh...
Let's kill, let's kill, let's kill, let's kill
Countless screams and voices could be heard in this room, which was occupied only by Simone and Count Frey.
Then, after a while, something in the shape of a human began to crawl out from within the wall covered in black mana, strangely twisting its body.
“Wh, what...!”
Woodduck- Woodduck-
Count Frey raised his hand to cover his mouth as the voice threatened to burst out on its own.
A ghost popping out from under Marcel's bed with its face turned upside down, a ghost jumping out of the wall and banging its head on the window, a ghost crawling on all fours on the floor, a ghost laughing while precariously hanging on to its half-severed head.
Numerous ghosts, unable to bear the black mana, ran away, screaming in agony as if they were being burned by fire.
“Uh... Uh uh...”
He was so surprised that his mouth fell open and he couldn't close it.
You don't believe in ghosts? You're not scared of them? You don't care because they're from a completely different world?
“Ugh...”
Count Frey's heart pounded loudly.
That was literally just a boast he made because he had never experienced it before.
Who could look at this sight and not feel some fear?
The room was filled with bizarre ghosts, all of them equally grotesque.
Only then did Count Frey understand what his daughter, who was growing more and more pale by the day, was saying.
“It’s not a nightmare... It’s real!”
“Every night someone knocks on my window. They’re looking at me from outside and laughing.”
“Ghosts... Father, please believe me. I’m not seeing things because I’m sick. There really are ghosts hiding in the room.”
It really was.
What that child said was true.
Marcel must have had to spend every night with those horrible things.
Only then did Count Frey's face begin to crumble.
Regret, sadness, shame, and fear. It was a face filled with a multitude of emotions.
Simone said to him,
“Are you going to stay there forever?”
"...What?"
Count Frey looked at her, startled by the sharp voice. Unlike himself, who was frozen in fear, the young girl stood calmly among the ghosts without showing any sign of fear, looking at him with shining red eyes.
This is where he can see how dangerous her life has been so far.
“It’s going to get more dangerous from now on. Ghosts love living people.”
“They like... a living person?”
“They want to take away the body that they don’t have.”
A decapitated ghost wants a healthy head, and a disembodied ghost wants a body, so they try to take the bodies of the living.
Since they won't be able to touch even a single hair of Simone, they'll naturally target the other human here, Frey.
“Me, are you aiming at me...?”
Simone chuckled.
“I really can’t protect you. So why don’t you just leave now?”
There was not an ounce of falsehood in her eyes.
Here, even if Count Frey were to become prey to ghosts, he would just sit back and watch, without any worries as if he were just annoyed.
“Ugh!”
While Count Frey was struggling internally between his fear and his pride as a nobleman, the butler who had followed him approached him and looked into the room.
“Master? Are you okay?”
It was perfect timing for Count Frey.
"OMG!"
Count Frey, who had been hurriedly gesturing for the butler to not enter the room, hurriedly left the room and closed the door.
He had long since lost his dignity as a nobleman.
At the same time, a huge gust of wind could be heard from beyond the door. It was loud enough to echo in the hallway where the two were.
“Master?”
The butler looked at his master, who was sweating profusely and had a pale complexion as if he found it strange.
The butler has been serving him for a long time, but this is the first time he's seen him so disheveled.
“Oh, no.”
Count Frey turned his head to look at the door and breathed a sigh of relief.
He was really glad he was standing in the doorway because he could have just stepped out the moment he made up his mind.
The Count glared at the butler and frowned.
“It was dangerous! I told you not to come!”
“Danger... It seems that the necromancer did something dangerous. I apologize for disturbing you. However, there is something I must tell you...”
The Count tilted his head but followed the butler downstairs.
***
“Ah, it’s finally gone.”
Simone sighed and gathered the mana in the room.
How disturbing was Count Frey's presence?
If she were alone, she would have finished it a long time ago, but she was afraid that even the Count would shrink and die, so she stalled for time until now.
“He said he didn’t care?”
“How can he not care? He's still human.”
Geneon clicked his tongue in disappointment at Simone's words.
“If it were me, I would have shot mana and blown it far away.”
“Huh, is that the way?”
“Tsk. Stop fooling around and just end this.”
"Yes."
Simone laughed coolly and quickly swept away the ghosts in the room with her mana.
Kkiyaaaaah!!!!
Certainly not the curse of Anasis, nor are they particularly old spirits. They can be easily destroyed by simply pouring out mana.
Simone took the magic stone out of her pocket.
Then, the souls that had been turned into a handful of dust began to mix with the black mana and slowly flowed into the magic stone.
After a while, the room became so refreshing and bright that it was hard to believe that there had ever been ghosts in the room.
"Ha."
Simone took a few ragged breaths and sat down casually on the chair.
“It’s really nothing. It’s just harassing people for a month.”
Geneon squeezed Simone's shoulder.
“You’ve really gotten good at handling mana now. It’s amazing how you don’t fall down even after using up so much mana.”
“A lot of mana? I didn’t really use much.”
It seemed like the amount of mana was increasing day by day, whether it was because she was getting used to the awakened power or because the number of deaths and souls Simone was collecting was increasing.
Simone stared blankly out the window for a long time in the quiet room before blurting out.
“I think it would be better to just let Millie go.”
“Why?”
“I don’t think it’s a soul that can be used as a subordinate.”
She honestly didn't think much of it until she absorbed her into the magic stone in the lake.
She thought it was sad, but the reason Simone took on people's requests in the first place was that she wanted to absorb all the souls she got from completing the requests and make them her own.
Millie also chose to be subordinate to her own free will.
But strangely, ever since she saw the funeral, she felt uneasy about keeping Millie locked in this magic stone.
A soul that is neither cursed nor tormenting others. Wouldn't it be right to just let it be free to reincarnate?
“What a shame. But it’s good to respect personality. Do whatever you want. Since you’ve already absorbed many vengeful spirits, is it really a big deal if one soul disappears?”
Simone nodded and silently held the magic stone tightly.
When trying to find and pull out Millie from among the countless souls contained in the magic stone.
Knock knock.
Someone knocked on the door.
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