Surviving in a School of Ghost Stories-Chapter 20

The next morning,

"Student, from now on, you can receive simple treatment for this kind of thing in the infirmary. You’re free to go."

The doctor sighed and spoke to me, seemingly thinking I was faking an illness to skip class.

It was probably because my nosebleed, which hadn’t stopped earlier, completely stopped when I was examined by the doctor.

Instead, I received a bag of medicine. Honestly, that was better.

I preferred the medicine to the treatment. It was simpler that way. Wasting time on treatment wasn’t something I wanted.

Time was precious to me. I needed things to be solved as quickly and simply as possible.

"I’ll keep that in mind, Doctor."

I responded vaguely and completed my discharge procedure.

Then, I returned to the dormitory with Kkamang in the early morning and started getting ready for school.

"Melody, are you really okay?"

Erika asked me repeatedly.

I nodded as I packed my textbooks into my bag.

"Yeah. The doctor said I’m fine. From now on, he said any minor issues should be treated at the infirmary."

"Why would a doctor say such a thing?! It’s a relief that there weren’t many injuries, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a big deal!"

Is that so? But I could understand the doctor’s perspective. It did seem a little odd to be hospitalized just because of a nosebleed.

I tilted my head, then looked over at Kkamang, who was sitting on the living room couch, wagging its tail.

"Erika, if there are really ghosts at school, would you believe it?"

"I’d want to believe it. I want to see it myself. The reason I collect and investigate ghost stories is because of that."

I froze for a moment while packing my bag at Erika’s answer.

"Last semester, it was creepy how Airose’s young lady did that and is still going to school normally."

Suddenly, the words the girls had said to Erika last night came to mind.

"Erika, what happened last year? Can you explain it to me?"

Erika froze with a confused expression and couldn’t answer.

"Well, that’s..."

"It’s okay if it’s difficult to explain."

Erika only hesitated with a troubled face, and in the end, she didn’t answer.

I felt a little guilty for asking the question.

"It seems like a sensitive topic. Sorry."

Right. For now, I had other things to focus on, so I decided to put that aside.

I recalled the conversation I had with Kkamang last night.

"Alright. What do I need to do?"

[First, it seems like we need to solve the ghost story about the girls’ dormitory elevator.]

"The elevator ghost story...?"

[It became official when it was posted on the school bulletin board last semester, but the evil spirit in the girls' dormitory elevator has been an issue since last year.]

"Can I solve that problem? Just because I can see ghosts? Why me? There must be other people who can see ghosts."

[Well, I’m not sure if you can solve it, but it’s something you’re the only one who can do. It’s rare for someone to have the ability to see ghosts as easily as they breathe.]

I guessed that this had something to do with the fact that the Student Council President sent me back from the year 903 to 902.

And Kkamang had been questioning my unique condition for a while.

[I thought you were going to die in Chesswind Village.]

"......"

[But I’d like to put my hopes in you.]

"You don’t need to hope or anything...!"

Having a strong mind doesn’t mean I’m not scared of ghosts.

I came to this school just to save Raven, but somehow I ended up in a situation where I have to solve a ghost story.

I looked at Kkamang, who was neatly grooming its fur, with a slightly sad look.

Currently, Kkamang’s eyes were yellow. When Kkamang’s eyes were yellow, it was impossible to communicate.

[Anyway, meet me in front of the first-floor elevator in the girls’ dormitory around 9 PM tomorrow. Let’s see it for ourselves and judge.]

I thought back to my promise with Kkamang and then asked Erika.

"Erika, do you believe what cats say?"

"I don’t know what Elizabeth said, but you’ve made a mistake."

"Can you understand what Kkamang says too?"

I asked in surprise, and Erika froze. She looked at me with a dumbfounded expression.

"What kind of weird things are you saying, Melody?"

I guess I was right.

Having experienced so many unrealistic things, I must be losing my judgment. It was a little frustrating.

Meow.

Then Kkamang rubbed its fur against my leg. It almost seemed like a warning.

Of course, since its eyes were yellow right now, that couldn’t be true.

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What on earth is this cat? Once again, I found myself questioning its identity.

"No, Erika. Let’s just head to school for now."

Anyway, I carried my doubts and went to school. Erika was in class S, so our buildings were different, and I was disappointed that we wouldn’t see each other much.

The Johannes Castle, where Class F gathered, was a bit further from the main building, requiring a short walk.

I had thought this before, but it felt like a very isolated building, located at the edge of the campus.

Johannes Castle was said to be the oldest building on Gloria Island.

There was even a historical record stating that when the papacy declared war on evil spirits 100 years ago, the Gloria nuns used this castle as their base.

Class 2-F.

I stood in front of the classroom door, took a deep breath, and then opened it.

As expected, the noisy class became quiet as soon as I entered.

"Hey, everyone!"

I waved my hand cheerfully to greet them, but no one responded. Everyone desperately avoided my gaze.

‘Is this bullying?’

It sure seemed like it.

I awkwardly found my seat and sat down.

My desk partner, Dante, was once again lying on his desk in gym clothes, sleeping.

Raven was avoiding me, and my classmates were giving me the cold shoulder.

‘School life really isn’t easy.’

Back when I was in Chesswind, I used to borrow the village chief’s novels to read, and whenever the protagonist was a student, they’d always be ostracized.

Could this be what the protagonist goes through?

Maybe to have a proper school life, you have to be ostracized like this?

‘I’ve never had a real friend, so I’m not sure, but the protagonist always went through that.’

I quickly began to think.

I simulated about eleven different ways the protagonist would handle bullying in my mind.

After that, I started feeling confident that I could handle any bullying that came my way.

Alright. Bring it on.

But nothing happened until the end of the regular classes.

No one bullied me.

In fact, they all treated me like I was invisible. This was worse than being bullied.

At the end of the last class, I was heading home with a gloomy face when Leonard followed me, trailing behind.

"Why are you following me? Do you have something to say? Ah. Are you planning to bully me?"

When I asked, Leonard looked at me like he was seeing a pervert and covered his chest.

"It’s not that. You’re part of the disciplinary committee, right? Today is the day for a member meeting."

Oh. That’s right. I am part of the disciplinary committee.

I nodded, recalling the conversation with the music teacher.

They said I’d be joining the committee because I was an outstanding student.

Even though I was an outstanding student, if there wasn’t a vacancy, I couldn’t join. But now, there was a vacancy in the disciplinary committee.

"Yeah. Father Miella told me to bring you after school."

"Father Miella? Who is that?"

It sounded familiar, but then I remembered Erika mentioning the name before.

"I know what you’re thinking. There’s a Father Cesario at our school who’s involved with exorcisms, right?"

"But whenever he tries to solve the problem, Father Miella interferes. Another priest gets in his way."

"Students’ wild imaginations and pranks can’t be played out like an exorcism. It would harm the school’s reputation."

That’s right. Erika had said that.

"But what does the disciplinary committee have to do with Father Miella?"

"The disciplinary committee’s advisor is Father Miella."

There are apparently two priests at Saint Gloria Private School.

Father Miella, the advisor of the disciplinary committee, and Father Cesario, the advisor of the student council.

And these two priests were said to always clash over their different views.

"By the way, Father Miella really hates the student council and doesn’t like being friendly with the members."

"What?!"

I was shocked. Raven, Erika, and the Student Council President were all part of the student council, right?

"You should avoid getting caught by Father Miella while hanging out with the student council members."

"I want to quit the disciplinary committee."

"You don’t have that option."

"What has the school done for me?"

I looked at Leonard with a rebellious expression.

He looked at me as though wondering what kind of situation this was, but I felt frustrated.

This was like a separation from life, wasn’t it? What else could it be?

Why is Raven # Nоvеlight # right in front of me, but I can’t see him?

With a face that looked like he found this situation amusing, Leonard clapped as if he had figured it out.

"It’s because of your brother, right? There’s nothing surprising about that. The disciplinary committee president’s sibling is also a member of the student council."

I wasn’t the only one who had been separated from family. It was a tragic situation.

As I talked with Leonard, we arrived at the annex where the clubrooms were located.

The annex was five stories high, and the disciplinary committee room was on the top floor, along with the student council room.

Even though we were on the same floor, I couldn’t even acknowledge it. What kind of joke was fate playing?

The student council room was deeper inside, and the disciplinary committee room was by the stairs.

I stared at the student council room at the end with a wistful look before being pulled into the disciplinary committee room by Leonard.

The disciplinary committee members were all sitting down. The man standing at the podium glanced at me and Leonard.

He was wearing a priest’s outfit, so it seemed like this was Father Miella.