Chapter 7
I vaguely recalled reading somewhere that ghosts do everything backwards.
If that’s the case, maybe if I speak backwards, I can blend in naturally with them.
After a brief moment of thought, I decided to try mimicking their speech.
“Give me the laborer”
Lady Lanatte stared at me for a moment without responding.
Please, react. Please.
Gradually, the strength drained from her hands. Lady Lanatte, who had been looking at me with unfocused eyes, slowly walked backward, getting farther from me.
I let out a sigh of relief as I wiped my chest.
One more person left. I just needed to find one more person to inform before nap time.
But then,
"They bought, they bought, they bought, they bought, they bought, they bought."
"They beat Rasagadi Romel, they beat Rasagadi Romel, and they beat Rasagadi Romel."