Third life around. When I woke up… I had become a ghost!
“What is that pale lump? A new kind of monster?”
But wait… if I’m a ghost, shouldn’t I be invisible…?
The lord of this castle, who calls me a “new monster” and threatens my ghostly life—I try to resist, but…
“…I only drew my sword, and it got blown away like that?”
For some reason, I feel like I’m being treated even more insignificantly.
As time passes and we keep clashing and interacting, that landlord only grows stranger…
“Whitey, didn’t I tell you to say where you’re going before you leave?
If you disappear without a word one more time…”
What’s with that look?! And we can’t even communicate properly?!
“Whitey, didn’t I say people sleep in beds? Come to my room right now!”
There’s a bed in the guest room too, you know?
“Here, I brought this on the way. It doesn’t have an owner, so you don’t need to feel burdened.”
Wait a second! Isn’t that the Grand Duchess’s ring? And what’s that? Did you even wrap it in mana?!
Between this increasingly obsessive landlord and a group that appears out of nowhere to threaten my ghostly life…
All I wanted in this life was to live quietly and peacefully, but somehow, that doesn’t seem easy.
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