Surviving as a Crazy Evil Spirit in a Horror Game Chapter 14

Perhaps because of the strange sensation, Basileon kept tilting his head.

 

“Don’t you know who I am?”

 

This time, I gently stroked Basileon’s head.

 

“Basileon… please come to your senses.”

 

Through his hair, I could see his darkened pupils gradually returning to normal.

 

“Basileon?”

 

With a thud, Basileon dropped the Flamberge he had been holding to the floor.

 

“Have you come to your senses?”

 

Basileon grabbed the piano cover from his head and wrapped it around my body.

 

“What are you doing now….”

 

And hugged me.

 

“Evien.”

 

“Yeah, mhm.”

 

Basileon’s voice trembled as he held me in his arms. Just a moment ago, he had clearly lost his senses, and yet he had returned to his right mind so quickly.

 

‘I can’t get used to this.’

 

Was that really the same Basileon who was swinging his sword so terrifyingly?

 

“Are… we hugging right now…?”

 

Basileon asked.

 

“Yes. Only through the piano cover.”

 

“Yeah. then this must be a dream.”

 

I could feel Basileon’s breath through the piano cover. The clever idea I came up with actually worked. I was glad that Basileon had regained his senses, but I hadn’t expected this kind of reaction.

 

“No, it’s not a dream.”

 

I firmly brought him back to reality.

 

“I’m confused.”

 

Being so close, I could feel Basileon’s trembling breath clearly. At the same time, I could feel his warm exhale.

 

‘….’

 

Even though it shouldn’t be possible, I felt heat rising all over my body.

 

‘Ugh!’

 

My whole body was tingling. After staying still like that for a few minutes, I felt suffocated, so I pulled away from his embrace and stepped back.

 

“Phew! I can’t breathe!”

 

“Evie, don’t go.”

 

“It’s not that I’m leaving… it’s just… I can’t breathe… ugh.”

 

Basileon came closer and hugged me again. This time, I could feel him carefully adjusting his strength so that I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.

 

“I… want to feel your warmth.”

 

‘No. That’s impossible.’

 

…I wanted to say that, but I barely held the words back before they slipped out.

 

“…Can you feel any warmth from this?”

 

“No. I can’t feel it at all. But… I like it.”

 

‘No. Stop it. The closer we get, the more we’ll only hurt each other. And….’

 

I pulled away from his embrace again. Basileon is Basileon, and I am me. I realized this the last time we danced together—if I don’t steel my heart, I might end up losing it to him.

 

I’m weak to the affection of others. If someone treats me kindly, even just a little, I tend to believe it’s genuine. That was how it was in my past life.

 

“I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you until now… I mean it.”

 

Those who had troubled me didn’t just apologize verbally—they even brought letters and gifts to make amends.

 

“Really?” 

 

“I’m sorry. We truly regret everything we’ve done until now. It’s all our fault.”

 

I guess I was craving someone’s attention too. Naturally, I had no intention of forgiving them, not even a little. But deep down, my younger self secretly wished that their apology was sincere.

 

“We like you. We don’t hate you. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

 

By this point, I was honestly dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe it at all. So my face contorted automatically.

 

‘Do you really think I believe what you’re saying? Are you crazy? That’s a lie.’

 

I also vaguely sensed that those words weren’t sincere, but hearing those words for the first time in my life… I didn’t exactly hate it. I hated myself for feeling that way. And when I opened the envelope—

 

Did I get fooled?

 

“XX. As if we’d be serious. XXX. Look at her face. Hey, hey, did you get the picture? This is f*cking hilarious.” 

 

Yeah. Even the tiny bit of hope I had—thinking maybe they really meant it—completely crumbled. And that was only the beginning. What followed after were days that felt like hell. Can I ever trust people?

 

Of course, Basileon isn’t the same kind of person as them. I can faintly feel that what he just did wasn’t an act. But you never know. And besides that, the more I get involved with him, the sadder things will become. I’m someone who will leave this place eventually, so I need to stay firm.

 

“Basileon. I’m an evil spirit. We can never truly touch. No… we mustn’t touch.”

 

“…That can’t be true.”

 

“….”

 

“That’s too cruel.”

 

I saw Basileon’s eyes moisten.

 

“D, don’t cry…”

 

Why does my heart hurt so much?

 

Pat, pat.

 

I comforted Basileon, stroking the empty air.

 

‘Why do you cry so easily…?’

 

Fortunately, before my heart could be moved, Basileon said something unexpected.

 

“Evien. It has appeared.”

 

“That thing?”

 

“The thing that cursed me. The thing that made me live like this.”

 

Basileon said with a gloomy expression.

 

“The more I don’t kill, the more it will shackle me.”

 

I remembered what Adolf had said.

 

“The evil god is warning me. It means don’t forget your duty, young master.”

 

And the mark of the evil god engraved in the survivors’ quarters.

 

“I’ll end up going insane in the end.”

 

“…Ah.”

 

“I’m sure it’s watching me from somewhere. And it will slowly tighten its grip around my neck.”

 

Is this why my attempts to convince Basileon to stop killing didn’t work? Was he cursed and brainwashed by that being called the Evil God?

 

“Is there no way to break free from the curse?”

 

“…”

 

I felt sympathy for Basileon. He had to live a hellish life he never wanted. As I had expected, he really hadn’t committed murders out of his own will. Basileon held me in his arms again. Before I knew it, a status window appeared in front of my eyes.

 

The remaining time for the 〈Interaction〉 skill is 20 seconds.

 

“Basileon. This thing…it says 20 seconds left.”

 

“No.”

 

“Ugh.”

 

Basileon wanted, in any way possible, to feel my presence through the piano cover. He was obsessed with me—something I already knew, but it had gotten worse.

 

As if craving something, his hand that had been holding on to me so tightly slowly slipped down to the floor. From him, I felt even heavier sorrow than usual. Maybe… the existence of the evil spirit means something significant to Basileon.

 

‘Yeah. That’s why he’s so obsessed. It has nothing to do with me, coming from another world.’

 

I forced myself to steady my heart, which was starting to waver toward Basileon. And after twenty seconds passed, the piano lid slipped from my hands and fell to the floor.

 

“….”

 

Basileon stared blankly at the piano cover that had fallen.

 

“Basileon! I can use this every day. It’s only once a day, though.”

 

I said it in as positive a tone as I could, trying to reassure him.

 

“Tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that too! Isn’t that amazing?”

 

“….”

 

Despite my consolation, Basileon looked desolate.

 

“And don’t worry. Your curse, maybe we can break it, right? Hmm? I’ll help you.”

 

Watching Basileon made my emotions stir. The desire to help him probably stemmed from sympathy, so it likely had nothing to do with rational feelings.

 

“…Don’t help me. This curse can’t be lifted anyway.”

 

Basileon said with a wry smile.

 

“If I stay awake, I’ll only do things you hate.”

 

Basileon turned around.

 

“Because you don’t want to kill the survivors right now.”

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“If you stay close to me, something bad might happen to you.”

 

A mix of complicated emotions showed in Basilion’s back as he turned and walked away.

 

“So I think it’s best for us to act separately.”

 

With those words, Basileon disappeared from my sight. He headed back to his bedroom to endure another terrible nightmare.

 

*   *   *

 

The next day.

 

“Would you like me to help?”

 

“It’s okay, Lady Evien.”

 

“But it looks like there’s way too much.”

 

During the day, I decided to follow the ghost maids around.

Just as Adolf said, it was to get closer to the ghosts and gather information. Since this is such a vast castle, they must have plenty of work to do, so I thought maybe I could be of help. Right now, the amount of bedding they’re washing looks absolutely enormous.

 

“You must be tired, right? I’ll help you!”

 

I used my skill to lift the laundry bat lying next to the maid.

 

I used 〈Attack〉 on the 〈Blanket〉.

 

〈Remaining Uses: 9〉

 

Then, following them, I used the bat to hit the blankets hard.

 

“….”

 

But seeing the expressions on the ghost maids’ faces, I quietly put the bat down.

 

“There’s no need to stare so fiercely…”

 

Soon after, I heard the sound of their skilled bat work.

 

‘Ah, so that’s why they were making such sour faces.’

 

I was just hitting the blankets, while those guys were actually scrubbing out the stains and grime.

 

‘I’m embarrassed….’

 

I decided to change the topic.

 

“Hmm. You know. Do you guys know about evil god?”

 

The maids paused at the word “Evil God.”