Chapter 121 – What Was a Ghost Story… (3)

As soon as she returned to her dorm room, she dived onto the bed.

Lying face down on such a soft bed, I wasn’t very tired, but I was making a gurgling zombie sound for a while.

Elisha let out a sigh and gently poked her prostrate cheek with her index finger.

Cock cock.

“Yandel? I’m grateful I got a mana shower thanks to you, but don’t you still have something to tell us?”

“Yes? Oh, yes. Carla? Come here too.”

“Oh! Your master! Wait!”

Carla, who had neatly arranged the things I threw away in her corner, walked over to her and sat down next to me.

Her ass sat on the edge of the bed, but her upper body turned sideways and stared at me.

She looked at it for a moment, then turned her gaze to Elisha.

“Elisha? Don’t you organize it together? Are you all pushing Carla? That’s kinda… Isn’t that too much?”

“To? Yes?! Oh no! I was in charge of Carla this week, so I was just watching?! In the first place, we know how to use pretty much life magic, so the two of us don’t have to focus on chores?!”

It was half a joke, but Elisha jumped up and denied it.

Then pretend! She continued, thrusting her index finger into Carla.

“In the first place, even though it can be easily cleaned up with telekinesis magic, you did it on purpose, didn’t you, Carla!”

“Oh! Did you get caughthehe….”

“Why are you doing that?!”

“Yes, master, do you like the way I serve you? It can be done with magic, but if you clean it up yourself, you’ll be sure to hug it later for your hard work!”

“… Uh? Really?”

Elisha softens the momentum that seemed like an angry cat.

Pretending not to be, but sneakily looking at me seems quite tempting.

A giggle broke out involuntarily at that sight.

She flipped her face down again and lay down in an upright position, then patted her sides and said,

“Lie down for a moment.”

“Yes!”

“Hmmmm. If you say so.”

Carla, who was quickly embraced in her arms, and Elisha, who cleared her throat a couple of times before lying down.

As I pulled their shoulders and held them in my arms, different tactile sensations were transmitted from both sides.

Of course, there are some differences, but either way it feels good because it’s soft and pliable.

“I’ll be doing this often, so you don’t have to go through the trouble of buying it, Carla.”

“Ugh! Then, when I’m cleaning, is there a surprise event that sneaks up on me and leaves me behind?”

“… If Carla likes you, she doesn’t have to quit.”

“Then I’ll do it from time to time, Master!”

Carla rubs her nose on the nape of my neck with a bright smile.

Is it because of my mood that at some point I get the feeling of being eaten by Carla?

With her strange feeling, she lowered her hand that was wrapped around her shoulder a little, and continued her words while squatting on Carla’s chest.

“Elisha, don’t worry too much about how to make it complicated for me to be cute, just honestly ask for a hug.”

“That, that! Isn’t that a bit embarrassing? To ask for a hug directly from the woman’s side… You don’t look sober.”

“Ah.”

Unlike Karla, who was educated as a slave, Elisha still has normal sensitivity.

Certainly, the notion of this era is a bit outdated. Elves are a particularly conservative race. However.

“What does that matter? Did you forget Elisha, you are my slave.”

“That’s right! Elisha, the only thing you should look good for is Master!”

“Eww… !”

It was Elisha who briefly made a look of resentment at the appearance of Karla who giggled and chuckled next to her.

Soon, her face turned red and she responded by holding my hand towards her chest and dragging it.

Molly and molly.

As I put the two on either side of her and touch her breasts like this, I naturally feel happy.

If Fei had been here, she might have been happy as it was.

As I was fooling around like that, Elisha poked at my cheek again and asked,

“Somehow, the story leaked, so please tell me why the last ghost story is a book, you.”

“Oh right. I completely forgot.”

It’s all because of the shameful breasts that seduce me. Anyway, it’s not my fault!

She subtly slipped her hand inside her clothes and carefully organized her thoughts.

“Let’s see. How do I explain… First of all, the last ghost story is not a ghost story that should not be known, but a ghost story that should not be known. That’s why I’m telling you now.”

“Aha? Similar, but slightly different. But is your life really in danger? If the curse was as strong as that, the other ghost stories I encountered would have to be quite strong as well.”

I shook my head at the look of Karla who was tilting her head.

“It is as you say. Don’t die but….”

“But?”

“We too become part of the ghost story and get caught up in the underworld. Maybe during the professors’ next stabilization, they will be discovered and escaped?”

“If you are locked up without any preparation… I might starve to death.”

“Oh, I won’t die. I always have several years’ worth of food stored in subspace. Still, there is no need to waste time. Not even for a day or two.”

For reference, the maintenance of magic granted to the academy is done every 3 months.

If you’re unlucky, you can only get out after 3 months.

At least in the game it was.

I don’t have the courage to experiment with what it would be like in real life, but it won’t be much different.

“Anyway, that’s why I couldn’t tell you. Now, about the identity of the last ghost story… Why do you think the remnants of the magical power that were pooled in the first place took on the mask of a ghost story?”

“Isn’t it because of the first observer? You said that it was originally a simple formless mass of power, right?”

“Right. It’s like residual mana accumulated through the cracks of space warping magic.”

“Adams Gilbert entered the niche space by chance… No, a senior named Gilbert Adams unconsciously came up with the 13th stair ghost story, and I think it might have been framed as a ghost story.”

In the first place, mana is something that moves and changes with will.

Mana, which is not affected by anyone, is bound to be greatly affected by the first observer.

Therefore, if there is only one observer, even if it is not the person’s mana, it will be greatly distorted according to that one person’s perception.

It doesn’t appear in the game, but I remember it clearly because it was something I learned during the academy class.

The same goes for Elisha, so she must have answered without delay.

“Actually, that is not the case. We were the first to go in there.”

“… Yes?”

“In the first place, you know because you experienced it yourself, right? It’s a bit bizarre, but there’s no strong enemy there. If it wasn’t for the department of production, wouldn’t it be possible to break through somehow, even if it took a little hard work?”

Elisha put on a bewildered expression like a zoologist from mainland Europe seeing a stuffed platypus for the first time.

“Then, Yandel, what is the book you found in the corner of the bookshelf? Who are you saying can write something like that?”

“Actually, at first I thought it was written by a senior named Gilbert Adams, who was written on the signature without fail, right?”

It’s not just me. Many early users, including the user who found Hidden Peace at the time, thought so.

But it wasn’t until much later that the truth came to light.

“But you know what? No record of this academy ever mentions a man named Gilbert Adams.”

“… Yes?”

Current students, alumni, employees, and even outside merchants.

It is an academy that has been operated for a long time of 300 years, but various records are perfectly kept because it was rolled under thorough planning while receiving expectations from all continents.

Later, when I entered the records room for another quest, many people were puzzled to see that the needlessly detailed directory was implemented….

Somebody read them one by one and found that the name Gilbert Adams was not in them.

Of course, I can’t say this in detail, but now I’m under the illusion that I’m the last descendant of a mysterious secret society.

Did they think that an organization whose purpose was to exterminate cults would naturally have an informant planted in the academy?

Instead of wondering or doubting, Carla and Elisha just asked back in surprise.

“Then who the hell wrote that book, Master?!”

“I said the book was the last ghost story, right? Then please… ?”

He smiled and nodded his head at the look of the two parents.

“Right. If you are interested in ghost stories, everyone will vaguely know.”

An old man who suddenly gives you a suspicious talisman, a friend who tells you interesting rumors, and a suspicious but eye-catching ghost.

There is always a ghost story that foretells the existence of a ghost story and an ominous ending.

“An existence that arouses curiosity in the victim and draws them into the ghost story. That’s the book [About bizarre phenomena indescribable by magic], And that’s the identity of the last ghost story.”

“Then, why did Mana, who had lost her place to go, take the form of a ghost story?!”

“Well. Could it be that the will of something non-human intervened? … For example, ghosts in real ghost stories.”

“…….”

“…….”

Two people at a loss for words.

But. I was really shocked when I first heard about it.

I was convinced that the library’s Hidden Peace was a twist on ghost stories from a fantasy world.

In fact, I never thought it would be a real ghost story that goes round and round.

Trembling and enjoying the touch of Karla and Elisha digging into my arms, I took out the alarm I had put aside.

Tring!