The Demon's Bride

New Maid In White's Mansion-II

Seeing how jumpy the girl was, Ian quirk up the corner of his right lips in a humor that wasn't dark like how he used to have. The smirk from his lips instead had a rather freshness to his pale face. When Elise took his arm and gripped it firmly, he heard her muttering under his shoulder. In such a time, even though she looked ghostly paled from fear of the ghost she didn't forget to promise the ghost who scared her that she would give it a prayer. Having mirth ramping over his red burning eyes, he spoke nonchalantly, "Have you never seen such a ghost?"

A few moments ago Ian had been watching the view of the cemetery from the tree where he leaned. Since he was doing nothing, he saw quite a lot of deformed ghost roaming in the particular cemetery in silence and found the cemetery to be a very intriguing one. Almost all the ghosts he saw since he stepped in all had a miserable looking body or faces. Some lost its limbs and some plainly looked like something very disgusting. If a human saw them with naked eyes there would only be two situations to this human. First passing out in fear and second hurling out everything inside their stomach in disgust before eventually faint. Elise was mourning at the moment so he placed a protective barrier that would make the ghost unable to be seen out of consideration. But when they were to go to the carriage, he put down the protective barrier thus now Elise could see the ghosts again.

Elise jumped, giving him a look and beckoned him to lower his head so she could whisper very faintly in hope so the ghost wouldn't hear them. "You can see ghosts too, Lord Ian?"

"Mhm, well something similar to that." His reply was ambiguous and wasn't much an outright reply but when it came from Ian's mouth one must be very blessed. Because usually, he would answer with an even more vague answer that could make a scholar go mad. Feeling this particular ghost must have a very amusing figure, he swept his eyes to give a sideways glance.

Elise felt the shadow upon her head turning and instantly warned, "Don't turn your face and don't look him!"

"Why?" Being told no, Ian felt the need to see this ghost who scared her even more.

Seeing him tilting his head, Elise raised her palm to close his eyes and warned in stammers, "The sisters in the Church told me to never look at the ghost in their eyes or else they would know that I could see them and would instead stick themself to me!"

"Oh-" Ian hummed his answer having mirth jumping from the corner of his lips, a little mischievous, he replied, "Actually what the woman told you is a little false."

Elise turned up her gaze, still shutting her eyes when she felt a breath brushing the back of her hair and now almost hug Ian's arm wholly. "F- False? What do you mean by false, Lord Ian?" She hurried herself to ask and grazed her lips to her teeth, almost biting her own tongue.

Ian didn't seem to be offended by what she was doing. Hugging his hand in fear, reminded him of a particular dog he picked up when he was a child. When he stumbled over another ferocious dog, he acted strong but eventually find himself running to his hand.

He kept his lowered gaze on the top of her head and parted his lips to talk. "First, open your eyes and look at the ghost in its eyes."

Elise gave a silence and replied, "But what if they don't have eyes?" The Ghost that she saw was in a very horrible state to the point that it was hard for people to guess where the nose, eyes, or mouth belongs to. Even if Ian told her to look at the ghost's eyes she wasn't sure where they were!

Ian spoke easily, "Just look straight at anything after their neck."

Elise had known Ian always had a mischievous tone to his words, making one wouldn't be able to guess whether he was joking or not. Although she still trusted whatever Ian said, the tone that he used now is a little discouraging for her. Nevertheless, Ian had saved her multiple times, so he wouldn't trick her. Perhaps this way she could live without having to be bothered by the ghost or having them sticking to her. "Alright," She whispered.