Senpai, Jitaku Keibiin no Koyou wa Ikaga desu ka?

Chapter 2 – Anti-photosynthetic forbidden fruit (Part 3)

As if to fight my feelings of loneliness, I went to the entrance to see Senpai off.

Rattle, the sound of a lock.

As a sign of being left behind in this haunted house, I shivered as if cold air was creeping into me.

Turning my head, my eyes met the stairs leading to the second floor. The electricity at the entrance was still on. Above, however, was darkness. It felt like something was playing in the darkness.

Of course it was just an illusion created out of fear. Hoping it was just an illusion. If not, then there will be great danger.

Whether it is an illusion or not, the record of this haunted house that has killed 40 people has not changed.

After all, senpai had survived living in this house without injury or worry.

After all, it was an unfortunate string of luck.

People call this place a spiritual place because many strange things randomly happen in this place.

Whatever it was in the past, it is now a modern society now. It is a foolish thing to believe in unscientific and supernatural things.

However, this haunted house cannot be said to be like that.

Ever since there were people who had to hitch a ride from the ambulance to the hearse, this house has lost the opportunity to expand its grand and glorious history. Unfortunately, the record has been stopped for more than 10 years now.

It seems that that is precisely what has made the glorious history here pile up even more to date.

Rumor has it that a middle-aged man, while illegally dumping garbage near here, suddenly felt heavy for no reason.

Rumor has it that an occult enthusiast entered the house, was pushed by something, and fell down the stairs.

Rumor has it that the closer one is to the house, the more prone one is to mental illness and abnormal behavior.

False rumors about the abandoned house grew like mushrooms. When senpai heard the story, he didn’t seem to believe it at first, but later he definitely believed that the lurid history was true.

The neighbors seem to be constantly changing. There are many opportunities to see people moving at work.

If you do statistics on the frequency of neighbors moving around this house, there will be very interesting results.

In fact, it seems that some people have acted on this idea. It was a college occult club that used to visit here.

Although the atmosphere of the meeting was not serious, the men and women were mixed with a joking atmosphere, but it seems that the statistics are still accurate.

Senpai, who was interested in the statistics, took them home, and then showed them the remnants of the spiritual cult in the living room, all the way to the second floor which was barely touched.

They also exchanged contact information to let them know when the statistics would be completed, but that was the last time Senpai saw them.

A few months later, if I remember correctly, Senpai, who was still thinking about the stats story, received an email from the club president,

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

It seemed like it was a typed reply.

After all, what happened to those people?

Haunted houses not only have a monumental history, but also one that causes the prices of surrounding houses to plummet. Undoubtedly, there is something terrible in this house.

I felt so scared and cold again, but I shook my head to forget about it.

Didn’t senpai say that already. Show respect and gratitude to this house. If appreciated and honored, the ghost will even become a guardian god.

Think of it as a plus, not a minus.

The neighbors were too afraid of the haunted house, so they moved out. If so, then surely, while senpai is not here, they will not suspect the presence of others right? Instead, they would see it as a scary thing and not want anything to do with it.

I don’t know how long I can work as an ART. But it’s certain that I can avoid being forcibly dismissed due to a neighbor’s report or disturbance.

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No matter how grand or glorious your past is, don’t try to threaten me. Instead, you will be the sword that protects me.

If I think like that, I will be able to consider that this house has indeed become a guardian deity.

As I watched, I put my hands together in prayer in front of the altar in the living room,

“My name is Renaphalt. Please allow me to live under the protection of this house. No matter what happens to the neighbors, I respectfully ask for your help.”

Then show respect.

My emotions have stabilized, my mood has also improved.

From this day on in this haunted house, I was assigned to work as an ART. I’m determined to make it cleaner than what senpai has done.

If that’s the case, then it’s time to decide what to start doing from now on.

I also learned to become the queen of maids (ART).

To repay senpai for taking the risk for me, I decided to share the housework with him. Since I used to just let the maid do all the housework, now I’m just a hikikomori with 0 work skill points.

I don’t know what I don’t know either. After today’s training, my skills have finally improved a bit.

There are many more things to remember. I can’t keep playing.

I’m a smart kid (Magical). Even if there is no interest, most other things are very easy. The number results that always satisfy my father are proof of that.

In short, I can be said to be the strongest, always purposeful and full of motivation.

All the knowledge needed to live in this world is available on the internet.

First of all, learning to cook, I was too focused on seeking knowledge. I forgot that time was passing by.

So I kept watching videos of culinary researchers, either I watched them because I wanted to learn how to cook, or I watched them to hear why people eat. While not understanding that, suddenly a sound made me jump in surprise.

The sound came from outside the living room. That crazy person’s living room.

I stood up without hesitation, and ran out of the room.

It wasn’t an evil spirit from a haunted house or a monster, or a madman and a thief.

It was senpai.

There was nothing embarrassing about my face being slightly red compared to when Senpai left the house. Perhaps it was because Senpai had returned from drinking.

The host, has returned.

“M, m, welcome home”

Since my mother’s death, I have never been able to say this greeting. It wasn’t an obligation, it wasn’t polite, just words that came from the bottom of my heart.

Senpai did not laugh at my stuttering.

Instead, he revealed a puzzled face.

One second, two seconds, then three seconds.

The silence continued for a long time, an uneasy feeling growing within me.

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What wrong have I done?

While I was wondering like that, senpai lightly smiled.

Aah, that’s very nice.

“Uh, I’m back.”

It seems that I didn’t make any ridiculous mistakes.