To My Beloved, I Present My Exquisite Nightmare (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 111

When Laila opened her eyes, the powerful tremor that had seemed ready to collapse the entire house had ceased. The circle she had drawn on the floor, the chandelier adorned with sharp crystal decorations, and the tapestries that had covered the walls—all had vanished.

In the pitch-black space, seemingly rotten from having held moisture for so long, Laila faced a clearly visible spirit. It was the spirit of a woman.

The dress enveloping her body looked as soft as it must have in life, yet beneath it, her feet were nearly stripped to the bone, and her disheveled hair sprawled wildly in every direction, as if someone had deliberately yanked it apart.

Laila stared intently at the woman, her guard never lowered.

“Who are you?”

The woman’s lips twitched. After a few gurgling sounds, like bubbles boiling, she quickly regained the clear voice she’d had in life.

“My name is Jisel. Jisel Persher. That’s my name.”

Laila nodded.

“Alright, Jisel. Is it alright if I call you that? Were you… someone who lived here? Part of the Undil Heights….”

She should have said the word ‘family,’ but at that moment, it lodged on her tongue and palate like a cruel, triangular thorn. Laila slowly moved her lips and tongue as if stuttering, then quietly exhaled.

“…Household?”

Jisel lowered her head briefly.

“Yes… and no.”

She looked down at her own pale, translucent hands, her expression flustered.

“William Undil was my maternal uncle. I’d come here to recuperate for a while—with my mother. She wasn’t well either. Ever since she quit her work, she’d been like that constantly.”

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