Surviving in a School of Ghost Stories-Chapter 71

The dean’s words seemed sincere.

“I will give you two punishments. One is to get top marks on the midterm exam. The other is to fulfill your service quota through leadership activities.”

He said it was a punishment for showing off, but it wasn’t that hard of a punishment for me.

First of all, leadership activities were something I had always done, so it didn’t change my current life, and being top marks wasn’t that hard for me.

The dean doesn’t believe in ghosts or ghost stories. That was obvious.

“You can do it, Hastings.”

The dean asked me. Father Miella and Senior Weston looked at me with worried faces.

They seemed to think I was lucky to get a perfect score on the transfer exam.

But I knew my abilities.

I could challenge myself to get top marks on the midterm exam. Since the current top student was Leonard, I thought I could just win.

I was even more confident because I had already won the transfer exam.

After finishing organizing my thoughts in my head, I turned to the dean and asked.

“If I become top student, will I get the dean’s favor?”

Senior Weston and Father Miella both turned to me at the same time. It was as if they had not expected me to say something like that.

But I was calm. There was no harm in showing off to the dean.

Especially since Raven was known as the dean’s loyal dog.

‘For Raven’s sake, I need to be close to the dean.’

And the dean seemed to really like those words.

“Favor. That’s an interesting word. Where did this kind of student come from?”

For the first time, he burst out laughing.

“Isn’t it a given that the dean’s favor comes with the top student? Haha.”

The Dean smiled pleasantly and continued.

“I trust you and am giving you this convenience, but if there is another problem, then I can’t do anything about it.”

The Dean shook his head as he finished smoking his cigarette.

I don’t know what kind of convenience he gave you when he had already decided on the disciplinary action.

“Make sure that no ghost noises reach my ears until the day of the public event. If there is another commotion, then I will punish you as well as Hastings.”

At that moment, the Dean’s brow furrowed. Then I saw him rubbing his shoulder with one hand as if it was painful.

‘Huh?’

At that moment, I saw a shoe on one of the Dean’s shoulders.

It was as if someone was standing on the Dean’s shoulder.

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‘Wait, a shoe?’

I rubbed my eyes again and checked, and there was nothing on my shoulder.

I looked back at Father Miella and Senior Western, but they were standing still with faces that showed nothing.

‘Did I see something wrong?’

I looked at the dean carefully again, but there was nothing above his shoulders.

It seemed like I saw something wrong.

Still, just in case, I should go out and talk to Father Miella and Senior Western.

“In this day and age, a ghost incident? What kind of ridiculous rumor is this......”

The dean continued to criticize the F class’s courage test incident.

We safely left the dean’s office while listening to the dean’s tongue-clicking.

I asked the two of them as we returned to the dormitory.

“But what is an open house event?”

Senior Western answered my question.

“Since the school was founded, it has never been open to the public, but this time, to celebrate the 100th anniversary, we decided to open the school to parents. Of course, there will be open classes.”

Ah.

This has nothing to do with me. It must have been «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» the same for Raven.

‘But Raven never told me about the parent participation event before the return.’

Since she hadn’t sent me a single letter since entering the school, she might not have told me on purpose.

“It’s the first event in 100 years, and His Holiness the Pope and His Highness the Crown Prince are attending, so if the school atmosphere is like a ghost story or something, it’s going to be difficult for the Dean.”

Father Miella, who said that, seemed completely uninterested in the Dean’s position.

Then, I belatedly remembered what I had to say to the two of them and clapped my hands together.

“Oh. By the way, did you see the shoes that were pressing down on the Dean’s shoulders?”

“Shoes?”

“What are you talking about?”

Father Miella and Senior Weston asked me back as if they didn’t understand English.

As expected, they didn’t see it.

I smiled awkwardly and shook my head.

“Nothing.”

If Father Miella, who absolutely did not believe in ghosts, heard my story in more detail, he would surely say, “What kind of nonsense is that?”

In the end, I decided to just let it go.

“I must have seen wrong?”

I should have.

Robert Anthony, the headmaster of St. Gloria Private School, had been feeling his shoulders were too heavy lately.

He continued to rub his shoulders and look at the documents even after Miella and her group left.

Knock knock.

At that moment, someone knocked on the headmaster’s office door.

“Dean, here.”

It was the head of the academic affairs department.

“Come in.”

“I have completed the disciplinary action against Melody Hastings as you instructed. I have also posted a notice on the student bulletin board.”

“Yes. Good job. By the way, how are the preparations for the event going?”

“Yes. We are preparing without a hitch.”

The head of the academic affairs department answered briskly, then glanced at the dean and opened his mouth.

“Oh. Did you hear that story?”

“What story?”

“The story that the Duke of Lauderdale has a lost daughter. This story is very hot in the capital right now. A girl who lost her daughter 11 years ago came to the Lauderdale family, claiming to be the Duke’s daughter.”

“That’s not a very interesting rumor.”

“You’ll be interested to hear the rest of the story. I heard that the Duke wants to transfer his daughter to the school this semester. There’s a tradition that Lauderdale bloodlines must graduate from St. Gloria’s Private School.”

“Hastings is the last transfer student this semester.”

“But if it’s the Duke of Lauderdale’s request, shouldn’t we do it?”

The Dean was speechless at the words of the Vice President of Academic Affairs and touched his forehead as if he had a headache.

“......Even if it’s Lauderdale, there are no exceptions. I’ll decide after looking at the transfer test scores.”

However, if you don’t get a perfect score like Melody Hastings, you’re out.

The Vice President of Academic Affairs smiled brightly and said, perhaps knowing the Dean’s feelings.

“First, if Lauderdale asks, I’ll pass it on.”

The Dean nodded roughly, repeatedly rubbing his heavy shoulders.

The Vice President of Academic Affairs stared intently at the Dean’s shoulders. A boy was jumping on the Dean’s shoulders, stepping on his shoulders.

When the Vice President of Academic Affairs looked at him quietly, the boy raised his head.

When the two wide-open eyes looked directly at him, the Vice President of Academic Affairs quickly looked away.

A smile crossed his lips.

“Then I’ll be going now, Dean.”

The vice president of academic affairs turned around and left the dean's office without telling the dean what he had seen.