Surviving in a School of Ghost Stories

Chapter 112

The Duke of Lauderdale stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the approaching Gloria Island with a relieved expression on his face.

Beside him stood a platinum-haired girl, looking somewhat fatigued.

“Angela, do you see it? That’s Gloria Island. Soon, the school you’ll be attending will be there.”

At the Duke’s words, Angela nodded with a somewhat bored expression.

In truth, she had no desire whatsoever to attend Saint Gloria Private School.

She had heard notorious rumors about it from the convent. Angela had no interest in ghosts or anything supernatural.

Then, one day, the Duke of Lauderdale suddenly appeared, claiming she was a shaman and that she was of the Lauderdale bloodline, and took her with him.

"A shaman, huh?"

Angela was no shaman. She had occasionally seen ghosts, but most clergy members, including herself, could see them. There was nothing special about her that would lead anyone to think she was a shaman.

Then, out of nowhere, the Vatican pinpointed Angela, claiming that she was the descendant of a shaman and the lost daughter of the Duke of Lauderdale.

Despite her platinum hair, Angela looked nothing like the Duke, nor like Eastern or Western Lauderdale.

Moreover, she had no proof of being a shaman, yet the Vatican presented the fact that Angela had been placed in the convent when she was seven as evidence.

As a member of the convent, Angela had no choice. If the Vatican said so, she had to comply.

‘Damn it. I just want to sleep more.’

Angela, half-listening to the Duke’s words, began to nod off.

The Duke, seeing her, shook his head with a dissatisfied expression.

It was clear that the Duke of Lauderdale was also not particularly pleased with the idea of Angela being his daughter.

Perhaps it was because Angela was far from the daughter he had imagined.

Suppressing a sigh, Angela turned her gaze back to the island drawing closer.

The weather was lovely. Puffy clouds filled the sky in a fantastical display.

Perhaps because of that, Gloria Island looked especially beautiful. Angela couldn’t help but feel that its beauty was a bit unsettling, as though it were flaunting its charm in order to lure people in.

‘What nonsense am I imagining.’

She chuckled to herself, finding the thought amusing.

“Well, the Duke of Lauderdale must be happy. He’s found his lost daughter.”

Just then, someone approached them and casually greeted them.

When they turned around, an elderly man, fiddling with his long beard, stood there. Beside him was a man dressed in royal attire.

It was the Pope and the Crown Prince.

The Duke of Lauderdale and Angela quickly offered their respects.

Angela noticed the Pope gazing at her with a satisfied look.

‘That fox-like old man.’

The Duke of Lauderdale had raised his daughter in hiding for seven years at his villa.

Then, when she went missing, he suddenly declared the disappearance of his lost daughter to the world and began

The students from Class F greeted me with smiles. Feeling a bit happier, I smiled back at them.

As I smiled and laughed with them like the other students, I suddenly felt as if I had truly become a student.

Then, every now and then, when I realized that was not the case, I felt a little down.

At that moment, something cold touched my cheek, and when I turned around in surprise, I saw Leonard holding a glass of orange juice.

“Drink this. It’ll make you feel better.”

Feeling a bit grateful, I reached out to take the juice, but a man grabbed the cup before me.

It was Senior Noah.

He gulped down the orange juice that Leonard had handed him and then handed me a piece of chocolate.

“Nothing makes you feel better like chocolate.”

“This isn’t the orange juice made for the president.”

“As a cafe employee, don’t waste good oranges like that.”

I absentmindedly watched the two men’s conversation, staring at the chocolate, then responded.

“I’ve never had chocolate before. Is it good?”

I had heard it was delicious, but it was my first time trying it. I think I remember hearing that chocolate syrup was used in the parfait last time, too...

As I stared at the chocolate in my hand, I suddenly noticed the silence around me and looked up.

I saw Senior Noah and Leonard staring at me intently.

It was strange. I felt like I had seen this scene before. I hadn’t grown up pitifully, but being among the nobles, I couldn’t help but feel like a pitiable child.

‘But if they give me another piece of chocolate because I look pitiful, I’d be grateful.’

So, I stared at the chocolate with the most longing expression I could muster.

The two men in front of me became very flustered.