episode_0009

There are places famous for being haunted.

Representative places include cemeteries, abandoned schools, and haunted houses.

There are lost spirits wandering around, and there are also ghosts that just sit there and become ghosts.

And now I was standing at the entrance to one of them, the cemetery.

In case anyone thought it wasn’t near a cemetery, there were only traces of people living on the way here.

“So…people who participated in the Great War are buried here?”

“That’s right.”

“Giggles…”

Paramon kept smiling like that the whole time he was following me.

What was so exciting about it that I kept smiling.

When I got closer, it seemed like I could smell a little alcohol.

“This blue gem also came from here?”

“It was stuck in the sword of the statue at the entrance over there.”

“Hmm….”

When I got closer, I saw that there was a groove in the handle of the sword that could fit a jewel.

According to Closel, when he came to pay tribute to his old colleagues, this jewel fell and rolled at his feet.

“Umm…this statue….”

It was a familiar face.

A person who was alone in front of a hole-in-the-wall castle gate, fending off vicious beasts.

He was one of the people in the scene the jewel showed.

“Did you say Gismond….”

“Do you know who this person is?”

“Sismond This guy was very brave. Is this friend’s soul still here?”

I shook my head in response to Clocel and Paramon’s questions.

” I don’t think you’re here because I don’t see you nearby. ”

“It’s a shame…”

“Maybe…it’s inside…”

A lot of spiritual energy was felt inside the cemetery.

As expected, there seemed to be a lot of ghosts in Korea, fantasy worlds, and cemeteries.

“Let’s go a little further.”

“Let’s do that.”

Unlike Clocel and Paramon, who followed without complaint, the Count still looked uncomfortable.

“There are many people in the earldom who know Sir Gismond. It looks like he picked it up somewhere.”

“….You’ll find out soon.”

Despite Paramon’s words, the Count only bowed his head once and did not let down his guard against me.

Contrary to his appearance, he is a very suspicious man.

“Hmm…”

As I walked into the cemetery, the spiritual energy I felt became stronger.

But for some reason, not a single soul was seen.

There wasn’t even a tomb.

“Where is everyone buried?”

“That’s what I mean….”

Klossel’s explanation continued.

It is said that the bodies were recovered immediately after the end of the war, but it was rare to find identifiable bodies.

It was said that most of the bodies, each with its arms and neck separated, could not be found for their owners.

“Right after that, all the bodies were buried in one place. Because the battle continued endlessly, they couldn’t even make a proper grave.”

“Somehow I couldn’t see anything.”

As I walked a little further, I saw small names engraved on a huge tombstone.

“I erected a monument to thank them at least in this way.”

“This row are the drivers who were with me.”

“Salute to the heroes who participated in the war.”

“Uh….Umm….Um….”

Even as each of us poured out words full of emotions, I couldn’t help but babble like an idiot.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Did you see something? Are there any souls left like back then?”

“Yes…it…remains…what is that…”

I have been seeing spirits all my life, but this was my first time seeing something like this.

As if the huge tombstone was a barrier, there were hundreds of souls behind it.

“This is….”

Souls gathered in groups of twos and threes, glanced in this direction, and then all ran out together.

Towards Clocel and Paramon.

” Dear gentlemen, aren’t you cold? ”

“When you reach this level, you won’t feel anything like that.”

“…I’m a little hot.”

“Huh, this isn’t a ghost…it doesn’t have any limits…what is this?”

There was no resentment toward anyone.

Because there was a faint smile on the lips of the souls.

When they said that the laughing ghost was the scariest, it wasn’t the smiling face.

That’s because he’s gone crazy with madness, and it’s not such a gentle smile.

So why on earth are these souls here?

I said, waving my hand in the air.

“Hey…elders?”

Sigh.

Sigh.

– …..?

-….?

The souls’ puzzled expressions turned to me.

These souls don’t even recognize my spirit, so why are they left here?

“What are you all doing without attaining Buddhahood?”

– …..

The souls that caught my gaze slithered over and made their faces.

Thanks to this, my eyes were filled with the faces of souls.

And among them, there were faces I had just seen.

“Oh, is that old man over there Sir Gismond?”

Hwiik.

Gismond’s face got closer.

“Well…don’t be too attached…”

It looked burdensome.

There was a long scar running across the face, starting from one empty eye.

“LOL…Sismond, are you there?”

Paramon asked me, moving his gaze here and there in the air.

“Is it right to be here?”

“No, that’s someone else’s arm. I have now moved in front of you. About twenty people? That side has no eyes. Just a little bit to the right…”

They seemed to have known Paramon in their lifetime.

Many souls began to attach themselves to Clocel.

“Well….”

The souls attached to Paramon were pointing to Paramon’s arms and saying something to me.

“In there…alcohol? Do you have alcohol?”

For some reason, it smelled like alcohol.

It was a good thing there was alcohol.

It looks like the souls here are hungry for alcohol as they are licking their appetites.

Offering alcohol to the dead is also an old tradition.

“Is this what you mean?”

“I think everyone wants to drink… Come here for a moment.”

Paramon came towards me with an interesting face.

“Can spirits drink alcohol? …we should have drank together a long time ago.”

Amber liquid flowed in a transparent glass bottle.

It looks like a whiskey-type alcohol, but since it’s a fantasy world, wouldn’t it be okay to use it instead of sake?

“Rather than drinking alcohol…um…”

When I tried to explain, I found many things lacking.

There was no incense, and there was no glass.

But looking at those friendly faces, I felt like I didn’t have to be so polite.

“Please bring that and sprinkle it on the headstone.”

“On the tombstone?”

“Yes. Rotate the bottle three times and then spray.”

Have you ever seen a cup being passed around three times during a ancestral rite?

Some say it contains the meaning of the four seasons, while others say it contains blessings on the path of the dead.

In the end, what is involved in the action is the heart.

And the souls drink their hearts through that drink.

Growling –

Amber liquid dripped from the glass bottle.

“I don’t know much about myself, so I drink alcohol for the first time in decades. Let’s drink together.”

I don’t know what Paramon had in mind.

However, as the feelings contained in the alcohol spread, admiration and sadness appeared on the souls’ faces.

The faces of the souls who got a glimpse of Paramon’s past life and drank the emotions contained in the wine looked extremely warm.

“Look Ramon, let me try that too.”

“You have to drink it on the way down, so don’t spray it all.”

After Closel finished pouring the drink, the spirits began to move excitedly as if they felt refreshed.

“How about it? Did you drink well?”

“You like it. Now you have to go your own way…”

Alcohol was poured, but the souls seemed to have no intention of attaining Buddhahood.

Normally, you would feel that resentment or regret, but these people were hiding it.

“Elders, can you stop praying now?”

– …..

– …..

“Go away?”

Despite my question, the spirits just shook their heads and showed no other signs.

A spirit named Gismond slipped towards me.

“Tsk tsk….Just because it stays for a long time doesn’t mean you can do something.”

Even after saying this, Gismond only nodded once.

Nod.

“I didn’t come here because everyone is gathered like this…”

The jewel that fell and went to Klossel.

And I followed that and came here.

Now it is clear.

When souls gather in groups of one hundred like this, they have a significant impact on the surroundings.

It is said that the negative energy of the soul travels down the mountain and reaches private homes.

Therefore, people who instinctively felt something would do nothing down here.

“Someone needs to stop this…it’s me…”

Usually, shrines are built in places with spiritual energy or in pure places.

But some big shamans have different cases.

In places where the negative energy is strong, one sacrifices oneself to block the negative energy.

In this case, I was told to do that…

“So, your great fortune was knowing the location of the shrine?”

Why is it that great luck always comes to me like this?

I remembered the 50,000 won I had picked up before coming here.

Like this, it was about helping others…

“Tsk…your arms are too strong. Even though he was a shaman… didn’t he just gather behind the monument because the elders knew about it?”

Nod.

Nod.

As expected, these gentlemen also knew.

They don’t seem to be souls that would harm others, so why are they gathered here?

“Just wait. After I block all the spiritual energy, it will be easier to rest.”

This was a mountain within the county.

There are few people.

Setting up a new shrine here?

I had a strong feeling that I had no choice but to make a living.

How can people in this world who don’t even know what a shaman is come here?

Suddenly, I saw that the Count, who had been looking around, was now looking at me with a blatant look of wariness.

“No matter how I look at it, I don’t have much trust.”

Well, from the Count’s point of view, it would look like some crazy guy with white hair muttering into the air.

If I hadn’t known Paramon, I would have only seen him as an old man caught up in a cult.

“Ha…”

If you doubt me like that, your luck will be bad…