Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

"Hey, hey! Maria! It's Lina!"

Only my voice echoes loudly in the dark corridors where the silence is sensitive. What, he just disappeared?

"Ame."

Calm down, Gimcott.

Obviously, until just now they were by my side. Hallucinations or hallucinations? Maybe it's the magic of ghosts. Immediately unfolds with a refined feeling in action. I will never deceive my senses.

Breathe, roll your eyes, and rotate slowly with your knife pointed.

It's dark outside. The hallway is dark, too. I... can't hear you. A sense of balance? No problem. The manna in the body is also rotating normally.

I don't think I'm hallucinating.

It was a clear reality.

"These bastards..."

Are you running faster than I am?

The three of you abandoned me?

No, it never happens.

Copson, this son of a bitch can't run away from me. Even when I lost my mind in the jungle and fell, I was the one who moved and protected me. No such thing will ever abandon me.

The chance of survival is lowered because of the rapid drop in the combat power of even one person. A man who knows that doesn't abandon a colleague. Copson or Maria is an experienced, D-class adventurer who knows it.

And time.

The guys next to me just disappeared... once physically impossible. If so, it should sound. From the moment I realized they were gone, I could not hear a sound.

Ununderstandable.

This means that it is magical.

"Cursed mansion."

Is it the work of ghosts?

- Glug.

The cold sunken mind adds sharpness to the blade.

Can I ring the Ghost now?

Ordinary physical attacks don't work for them. A monster that can be easily defeated if it is only the Holy Enchant of Elise, but what can I do without it? And those ghosts are ghosts in the first place?

- Ghost.

I recall the ghosts who came after us earlier. White woman. There were a lot of white woman ghosts. It's a little different from what the ghosts used to look like.

In fact, ghosts look like flinches. There will be no patterns. Ghosts, banshees, races. Phantom. They're all alike. Some of them said Banana Race was a female ghost.

I guess it doesn't matter.

"Fucking ghosts."

Rather, being alone, fear and terror disappeared and only extreme calm filled my heart. I felt the same way when I ran away from Harpy and left the forest.

I need to cope calmly in order to live.

Once we find a way out, let's find my friends. There was definitely a window on the second floor. Find a room with a window and then find your friends and get out.

Please, I hope it's okay.

They know there's a window on the second floor, so there's a good chance they'll get out of there. Then you can find it on the second floor.

- Bugs and bumps.

I move slowly, keeping Rathras' necklace at a minimum brightness. It is possible that ghosts will suddenly appear in the dark. You can see there are no people or bandits. This mansion is already an area of ghosts.

Then even I must become a ghost.

I'm Ghost Kim Kat from now on.

- The window.

I walked and looked at the window next to me. A window just inside the mansion. The outside looked like it was in the deep sea.

"... what?"

Why didn't you notice this?

The sycamore is too sycamore.

I was so reluctant to say that I lost the light. It was like having a mansion in the middle of the universe without even a star.

It is unnatural to be so dark.

I reached out and touched the window.

"Asuraphahemia!!!"

- Quang!

I literally punched him in the window.

Whatever melts in the polished muscles, Mana alone has a murderous power. It would be normal to chew like a watermelon around this window.

"..."

However, the windows were not fluctuating.

The window was intact, as if there was no response when I hit the door earlier. "Azuraphahemia." "Hematocrit" angle. "Wild Blood Corn". "I immediately threw out all sorts of voids and smashed the windows.

"Intellectual Property Law."

- Papapod!

- Borz-bornz!

And extreme poverty.

I pour out extremes. The windows are still intact. After a few hits, I knew for sure. I wasn't directly hitting the window right now.

"... shield?"

Right in front of the window. It was covered with a transparent curtain as if it had been coated. The tent was attacked by me instead. No matter how much you hit and hit, there was never a direct hit to the window.

It was because of this magical power that the doors and windows did not collapse.

It's broad enough to call it a protective shield.

"Shield?"

Is the shield in place?

Of course, I'm not a wizard, so I can't clearly identify this phenomenon. The only thing I can think of is that ghosts are trapped in this mansion and can't directly hit it.

I can't break the window.

If you can't break the window, you can't escape either.

If so, how should we escape?

"Thousand Horse Gimcott never abandons a friend."

Save a friend.

Thinking of escaping is next. Save Copson, save Maria, and Lina's life will be my responsibility.

These ghosts.

I'll show you exactly what a real ghost is.

My life is with those I've killed. Their souls are with me, just as the Piece of Heavenly Flame was used. Speaking of which, I am Commander Kim Kat, a man who can invoke such a soul.

Commander doesn't scare ghosts.

- Sarah.

A white woman appeared in front of him to think scarily of him.

"..."

The white hair stretched long and seemed to touch the ground. Her dress was white, and her skin was fresh as if it wasn't the world's.

"... what are you?"

But as much as his eyes were filled with hatred and grudge.

Red eyes seemed to prove she was evil. The same eyes as two drops of blood that fell in the snow... Evil spirits must be evil spirits.

This son of a bitch should be called Banana Race.

"What do you want?"

I asked Banshee with my knife pointed calmly.

"Where are my friends?"

However, no answer was heard. Banshee just stood there looking at me.

Can I ring Banshee? Can we hit him with the manna in his body? What kind of attack is he going to have? Do you want to use magic? That question touches my head.

Fighting an enemy I've never seen before always tests my psychic power.

Of course, if the situation comes to an end, it is only a step forward.

I like the identity of the enemy. If it turns out that you can kill or not, that's enough. You can run, but we need to find out who it is here.

There's only one chance.

Let's find out if we can call him or not. It is absolutely necessary to save your friends and get out of the mansion.

I immediately approached Banshee.

In the worst case, the use of holy water will be somehow.

"... yes."

- Stop it.

The voice that was heard at the moment was the same as the cold. But the girl's voice had a tingling feeling. Are you a ghost girl? I waited for him slowly, holding the handle of the sword.

"I want your blood."

.

"I want four."

.

"I want your death."

Banshee spoke slowly in a voice filled with grudge and hatred. The horse was heavy and it seemed like a liquid that could not flow. Her grudge has only become a reality.

It was said for sure that once you wanted to kill me.

"I want you to be like me."

All I could understand was those four words.

Banshee, who spoke there, suddenly started muttering in an incomprehensible language. At the same time, her white hair came to mind as if it had lost its gravity. At the same time, Banshee covers her face with her palms.

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh!! Argh!!! Hate, hate...! Hate...!"

This burst is a chilling cry.

"... I see."

I walked up to him and said,

"You were thinking the same thing about me. That means we could be friends."

Surprisingly, my thoughts worked with Banshee. I wanted to kill him, too. If it works, it also sounds like you can be a friend.

"Don't cry."

"..."

I reached out to him with my sword.

There were no other ghosts around.

"It's a white banshee. What's your name?"

When I asked for his name, the sound of Banshee's wailing stopped. Soon after, she looked at me and replied, with her hands on her face.

"... name?"

The red eye light was gone.

Banshee, who was seen close by, was just a white girl.

"Yes, the name. Give me your name."

"I... I..."

Demons.

The beast who held grudge died and was unable to be angry and drifted away.

What story did this girl have? What sadness and hatred made her evil. It's sad. It's painful. It must be painful. But I, Gimkatt, the savior of Fusion, am never deluded by evil spirits. Immediately raises the knife and lowers it towards Banshee, who starts muttering alone again.

- Argh!

It was only in an instant that the seemingly distant Longsword, melted in the dark, split Banshee in half.

Of course it didn't taste sliced.

"Aah?"

The shape of the split banshee blurred and I regained my shape. Is physical attack not working? Same as when you fought Hildegard.

Now we have to run, motherfucker!!!

What if the attack doesn't work?!!

"Same thing...! They're all the same!"

Banshee yells at me because she's trying to turn around. Fuck. My pinny flesh, my death, I bet you're annoyed when you rob me.

"Always! Always, always! Always...!"

- Argh!!!!!!!!

The screams burst again, and Banshee ran to me. The red eye light was already pouring out in both eyes.

"Chew!"

I turned my back and fled.

The limit of the power of holy water is also law. I must have consumed that power by kicking out the evil spirits earlier. For now, let's run away. Let's use Holy Water for the biggest crisis ever!

"Argh... Argh...! Argh!"

I was running for a long time, and I heard a woman's wailing somewhere.

Are you... Maria? Or Lina? Maybe Copson's the one who screams like a bitch. It's not the cry of the one who came after me.

- Table tennis!

I tried to run away from the sound of evil spirits, but strangely the sound sounded as if it were ringing in my head. When I looked up at the sky at night, I did not leave like the moon that was following me.

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Sad, sad. Sad. Sad.. Where is the knight who will save me.. Why am I, me.. Ugh!"

Soon, something appeared in the corner up ahead.

It was a beautiful woman in an ornament that was unrealistically dressed like a blue nun. Above her head, her hands were wrapped in the same veil as Elise's.

No... a nun's outfit? It's like a widow coming to her husband's funeral.

Above all, she was moving wealthier, behind her, with blue flames, candlesticks, and things like this coming to mind.

Nun Ghost!

It's a race!

"Ah, ah...! Ah! You've finally come, my knight!!!"

"What?"

The race that found me around the corner said so.

"I was scared, I was scared, I was sick... I was distressed, ugh! Argh!! You are here now..!"

That son of a bitch is not normal.

Whatever you say, you have to run for it. Gimkatt is a man who knows how to be thoroughly distinguished when to fight and when to run.

I ran and immediately turned to the corner next to me.

"But... but it's too late...! Ugh! Ugh! So with me...!"

Nevertheless, the voice is vivid as if it were heard right by the ear...! Damn it! It's literally a haunted house! Where the hell are my friends doing?