episode_0010

Today, two days have passed since I visited the cemetery.

Surprisingly, the construction to build the shrine was completed.

It’s a two-room house with one room for me to stay in and another room to use as a shrine!

It’s also a house built with processed wood, not logs!

This is why each person must occupy a position and have power.

A house can be completed in no time with just one word spoken by two old and dying men.

Even this was scaled down due to the Count’s opposition.

“It would be perfect if the seat was good.”

The site I found was a very bad place.

Even a non-shaman would be extremely opposed to the idea of building a house here.

This place is located at the foot of a small mountain where there is a cemetery, and even the atmosphere is gloomy.

It was a place where people even wondered if they would come here.

I even thought that there might be criminals hiding in places like this.

“Do guests come here?”

Shouldn’t customers come to visit if they are visible as they pass by?

No matter how they found it, who would come to such a suspicious house?

If this happened, I would have to helplessly go out into the street and lay down a mat.

“How bad must the soil be for there to be so many evil spirits?”

I could see ghosts looking at this place from a distance in the mountains.

Even if we just chase those guys out, that’s enough…

“It’s a new house so there’s nothing I can do…”

there was nothing.

The house was terribly empty.

Even the original house made of wood looks richer.

The bigger problem is that there are no supplies to decorate the shrine.

“Where on earth should I get this?”

It was difficult to obtain paintings of gods, and it was a world where there was no incense to burn.

The tradition of shamans setting up shrines has been overshadowed.

“Since I am not a Korean god, should I dress accordingly…?”

A bastard sword instead of a scimitar.

Instead of wearing a fancy hanbok, wear a wizard’s robe or a priest’s robe.

What should I put in place of red beans?

“What should I do with the small head?”

The ritual of riding a jakdu was Master’s trademark.

Of course, I also inherited that progress.

Would it be okay if I put a large ax in place of the head?

“First of all, the direction of the shrine should be this way…”

It was a carefully selected location.

A perfect place to block the spiritual energy coming down from the mountain.

If a new shrine was formed in earnest, it would have been possible to stop it since the god was a big god.

“Umm…big god…”

It’s embarrassing to say as a shaman, but I still couldn’t figure out who the god I was connected to was.

Usually, in most cases, it comes out of the mouth spontaneously when we meet in a dream or when we perform an exorcism for the first time.

I already tried to communicate by shaking the bell several times, but at some point, I woke up as if I was stuck.

No, is it accurate to say that he was kicked out?

That probably means it’s not allowed yet.

“No, then whose picture should be hung in the shrine?”

This is Myeongsaek’s first shrine, and I don’t even know what the name of the god is.

Living as a shaman, I could never even imagine such a ridiculous thing.

“It’s simple, but I think I should at least light a candle.”

I sat down on the floor and grabbed a flint.

Crackling –

It was a shame because I had memories of living as a hunter, but if it had been a dimensional shift rather than possession, even lighting a fire would have been difficult.

Grumbling –

“Huh….that’s it.”

The candle flame flickered.

It was the first time in a while that I sat down and looked at the candlelight.

I looked at it a lot to practice my spiritual eyes.

While others were practicing to open their spiritual eyes, I was trying to close them.

because···

Even now, I didn’t want to see that ghost outside the window.

“Ha…A new shrine should be built here?”

The soul outside had a separate head.

therefore. The head that can be seen through the window is being held with one’s own hand.

Is that a Dullahan, one of those undead?

“Hey, are you a Dullahan?”

There was no way Durahan was right.

Because that was just an ordinary ghost.

“How are you?”

The way he shook his head like a ghost whose head had fallen was just right.

When someone shakes their head, they hold it with both hands and shake it.

“Are you the guy from earlier?”

It seemed like the guy who had been looking at this place from afar when the sun was up came running excitedly as soon as night fell.

Unlike the noble souls in the cemetery, this ghost was truly a person for whom the word ‘ghost’ was appropriate.

“Where is this bastard?”

Maybe it’s because it’s a place full of gloomy spiritual energy, but ghosts are already appearing…

My head was already pounding at the thought of using my whole body to block the spiritual energies.

I quickly opened the door and ran out, only to see a ghost floating around with a strange appearance.

“Please come down with guidance?”

I tried to yell, but the guy just grinned as if he was trying to annoy me.

He proudly held out his head with both hands.

“Come down when I have good words to say.”

For a moment, when I saw his expression, I felt like I heard laughter in my ears.

A very angry laugh.

Eat.

“Are you smiling? You laughed, right?”

Still, it seemed like it had a bit of ghost jjambap on it, and it slithered in front of me.

They seem to know that the living and the dead cannot touch each other.

The grinning head seemed to be saying, ‘What are you going to do if you come down?’

“Ha….”

It seems like he was bragging by putting his head in front of my face with the intention that I would be scared if he did this…

That bastard has made a big mistake.

“Hey, can you bite your molars?”

The head was in a very good position.

If you swing both arms, it’s in a perfect position to hit.

Without hesitation, I pulled out the bell and swung it.

Showing off a swing that rivals that of the number 4 hitter.

Kaaang – !

The head flew in a parabola with the sound of a bell hitting.

“Is it because it has no weight so it flies easily?”

A body that lost its head.

Hands waving in the air as if embarrassed.

It was a very good punching bag.

Bah!

Wow!!

I was hit with bells all over my body except my head.

It was very refreshing to see the ghost struggling as if it couldn’t be seen without its head.

A devil who doesn’t know that he’s afraid of people and who sneers at him is the cure.

There are absolutely no other emotions.

This is all punishment for accumulating karma by doing bad things in life.

Bah!

The shaking body was hit by a drop and rolled around on the floor.

“You bastard!”

Bah!

“Go away!”

rattle –

“Woah!”

I felt it when I hit an orc ghost before, but the taste of this drop was excellent.

I have been haunted by ghosts my whole life.

It wasn’t once or twice that I wanted to hit someone like this.

If I had a bell like this a long time ago, I would have been beating up all the ghosts in the neighborhood…

“Are you going to pick up the head?”

Even though he was hitting me, the guy who was supposed to be pretending to find his head stayed still.

Sure enough, the reason why the ghost stayed silent(?) was soon revealed.

The head that had flown away was coming back here at a fairly fast speed.

With a look of fear on his face.

“Get one more hit.”

Cough!

With a clear sound, my head flew through the air once again.

***

Aster Lucia.

The granddaughter who monopolizes Aster Clocel’s love.

Lucia, with pure white skin and a cold expression, was walking.

“You said it was nearby, right?”

For two days, Lucia listened to the story about the man whose ears were exhausted.

It was the first time my grandfather spoke like that about someone.

Sword Master Paramon poured another drink and was busy praising the man.

‘Did you say Chris?’

What kind of person is this that draws so much attention from the Archmage and the Sword Master?

‘Seeing souls?’

When I heard it, it felt like I was talking to spirits.

Not only that, but he also said that you can know the future by looking at the past.

It’s like an oracle coming down to a temple.

As a person and a wizard, I couldn’t help but feel curious.

Lucia’s steps stopped.

‘You said it was over there, right?’

Lucia, who was trying to hide her presence using magic, stopped Mana’s movements.

‘Magic won’t work, right?’

A man named Chris said he could even see through his grandfather’s magic.

It was an unbelievable story, but if it were true, it meant that his magic would definitely be discovered.

Instead of using magic, Lucia sneakily approached him without any trace.

‘It’s him.’

A voice came from quite a distance away.

– Hey hey!

– Back off!

“······?”

Where Lucia looked, Chris was swinging his body in the air.

‘what are you doing?’

Chris continues to move his body with his white hair flying like crazy.

Chris was constantly moving his mouth as if he was talking to someone.

Is that what it means to communicate with a soul that I have only heard about?

Lucia’s curious eyes studied Chris with interest.

– Head in original position.

‘head…?’

Lucia’s eyes searched the space, but there was nothing to see.

Chris’ strange behavior continued.

He screamed, jumped into the air, and waved his arms.

It was a little different from Lucia’s idea that she would communicate with spirits in a mysterious way.

“······”

At that moment, the Count’s words that she was still something to be wary of appeared in Lucia’s mind.

That was exactly what I saw.

Lucia hesitated and took a step back without realizing it.

“······”