I Stole the Child of My War-Mad Husband

There is something like a translucent membrane covering the gymnasium.

‘Barrier?’

The inside is a completely different world.

Ghosts with grotesque faces like in horror movies swarmed in all directions.

The good news is that they can’t get past the barrier. That is, the ghosts are trapped.

‘The people in the mansion will be safe.’

Then you just need to take care of the situation here.

I carefully reached for the barrier. Fortunately, my hand passed without a hitch.

A worried voice was heard. “Noel, once you’re in, you can’t get out.”

“Are you worried about me after doing this?” I replied as I turned to him.

Michael has a face no different from usual.

It was more ridiculous.

‘How could he do that?’

The slightest hope has disappeared. Indeed, that is his true nature.

“You’re scared of things like this, don’t come in.”

“I know.”

But this is fine.

I hate horror movies, and I hate haunted houses.

It’s even scarier in this world where ghosts actually exist, not just in superstition.

Normally, I wouldn’t even try to enter a place like this.

“But wouldn’t it be unfair if I couldn’t hit you for something like this?”

I went straight through the barrier and approached Michael.

“You are brave.”

“Bastard.”

-slap!

I slapped his cheek hard.

“…your hand will hurt.”

“Get them to go back right now.”

“I will, when Marquis Ainel dies.”

“Why are you doing this to Rupert?”

“Well.”

He didn’t seem willing to give a proper answer.

Any further discussion would be a waste of time.

I turned my head. A small storm is raging in the middle of the gymnasium. If you look closely, you can see the faces of countless people in the wind.

‘Are they ghosts?’

It’s not a joke. It’s scary. They look like the final bosses of a real horror movie.

The problem is that Rupert is in the center.

My husband is very popular among ghosts.

‘What should I do?’

To be honest, seeing that scene, I don’t know how I’m going to survive there.

[What are you thinking about?]

Then, I heard a familiar voice next to me.

“Nas!”

The boy has a bewildered expression.

[You are happy to see me…?]

Wouldn’t it be nice to see a ghost you know when you’re between a human who’s stabbed you in the back and ghosts you’ve never seen before?

[I told you to be careful, but in the end, you broke the core. Thanks to that, it’s easy to come for us.]

“Do you know how to get this space back to normal?”

From the outside, he looks like he’s about ten years old, but somehow, Nas seems reliable.

[A wizard over there can do it.]

“He is a traitor.”

[Aha, is that Michael Beris?]

I looked at the boy in surprise. For someone who has died, he knows the information accurately.

“Yes. You know him?”

For a moment, he had a very complicated expression.

[Was it like this here…?]

“What do you mean?”

He looked at Michael and me in turn, and as if having made up his mind, he spoke in a clear tone, [I mean I know how to get rid of them.]

“Tell me.”

[I will create a new core in the right way, and lock up the forbidden magic that brought them here.]

I muttered anxiously, “I can’t bring you a heart right now.”

He laughed. [Don’t worry, the two of us are enough for what we need this time.]

Um, could it be something like a sacrifice?

[Although now deformed, this forbidden magic was originally created by a dying father to protect his little daughter, who was left alone.]

Nas smiled lightly. [I’m dead, I can become a guardian spirit.]

“…a guardian spirit?”

[Several conditions are required, but the most important among them is that they must be blood relatives.]

“……”

Surprised by his words, I stared at him.

Nas, the boy who suddenly appeared and claimed that he was my friend, what’s his real identity?

“By any chance, are you my twin?”

His face crumpled as he grumbled, [I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, but your imagination is too weak.]

“…you just have to tell me right from the start.”

[I told you, I’m a great man.]

He held out his hand and grabbed mine.

I didn’t feel any warmth. Nevertheless, it was strangely calm.

[My name is Natalice Opion.]

Ah.

It’s definitely a name I’ve heard.

The man at the top of the family tree that I memorized in my head when I was young. The oldest portrait hanging in the mansion’s gallery.

At the same time, his youthful face slowly changed. The hand I was holding had grown much bigger before I knew it.

The appearance of a ten-year-old child had changed to that of a man in his late 30s.

“…shall I call you grandfather?” I muttered, looking up.

Only then did I realize the identity of Nas.

Natalice Opion.

He was the beginning of the Opion family, who discovered the Miracle Herbs.

He declared solemnly, [Call me Ancestor in a respectful tone.]

“…yes, Sir Ancestor.”

Oh my God, he is my ancestor.

I should have set up a memorial service as soon as I saw him.

‘No wonder he always calls himself a great man!’

I still don’t know why he called me a friend though.

[I will be a guardian spirit for my cute descendant.]

“I know we are blood relatives, but is there any other price to pay for using forbidden magic?”

[Of course. The halves of our two souls will be bound together forever.]

“Then what will happen to me?”

Natalice grinned. [That’s what you’ll know after you die, do you want to know in advance?]

It was a situation where I had no choice but to pay the price anyway, so I decided not to listen.

“I’d rather experience it myself after I die than be anxious throughout my life after hearing it for no reason.”

[Good choice. Sometimes not knowing is medicine.]

Yes, that’s right.

I turned to Michael.

He neither stopped me nor interrupted me. He is simply watching the situation silently.

Knowing that everything he’s done so far is a lie, I can’t even guess what’s going through his mind.

‘Really, sometimes not knowing is medicine.’

[Are you ready?]

What is certain is that my relationship with him is now over.

I looked at Natalice and nodded my head. “Yes, let’s begin.”

Even though we are blood relatives, I don’t understand why my distant ancestor was so eager to help me.

Could he also have a dark ulterior motive?

‘I don’t care now. I can’t trust anyone anymore.’

It’s just that I can’t let go of my hand and stay still.

So, whether this is genuine help or just a trap, I have no choice but to give it a try.