Transmigrated as a Ghost

“But that is enough about my unique skill. I am sure you know the true reason for my wanting to meet with you in private.” Evette said, a curious expression on her flawless face.

“Yes, it is not every day that I run into another humanoid spirit. Especially one that is also an adventurer. Though I am sure what you are truly wondering about is my status as a great spirit.”

Evette nodded her head and there was a noticeable amount of surprise in her eyes when Marcus confirmed that he was indeed a great spirit. Surely, she suspected as much and was almost certain it was true, but it was still baffling for her to meet Marcus. Frankly he should not be able to exist under normal circumstances.

“From what I have heard from Lord Bheith, the Great Spirit of Life, it should be impossible for a great spirit to be at such a low level. Yet, that rule clearly does not apply to you. At first, I thought that perhaps you were some sort of weaker offshoot of a great spirit, but that is not what your presence feels like. You are significantly weaker than my master, yet your aura feels like something only a great spirit can possess. How is this possible?”

‘What should I tell her?’ 

Marcus was not sure if he should tell her the whole truth of his ascension to become a great spirit or to mislead her like he had others.

It was certainly more believable to tell people that he had been brought to this world originally as a great spirit rather than receiving blessings from Roxene’s parents that forced him to transform from being just an unbound ghost.

‘It is probably not best to lie in this situation. She might notice and souring our relationship would be problematic.’

Thus, Marcus went through the lengthy story of how he came to this world and later went under a metamorphosis to become a great spirit of light and darkness. However, he did so on the condition that Evette would explain more about herself as well.

“I had assumed already that you must be an otherworlder to be so blatantly outside of established rules of the world. What I believed was that you were somehow reborn as a great spirit, but to think you were actually given a boon by the administrator.” Evette said, complete and utter shock on her face.

Just knowing about the administrator was fairly rare, but as the godlike being that governed the world, the higher level an individual became, the more likely it was for them to know about administrator.

Expect, far fewer had ever had any sort of interaction with the administrator. For the most part they let the world run on its own and only worked in the shadows.

“It was quite the surprise when I became a great spirit, but I believe I have told you enough about myself. It is your turn to tell me how you became one of Bheith’s adjutants.”

“Oh! You truly must be a great spirit to address my lord without any sort of tittle.” Evette said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

On Mirrion great spirits were often the subjects of worship and it was customary that they were spoken of with respect by all. 

Nevertheless, the other great spirits Marcus had met did not seem to care for him to act formally with them. Even if he was a special case, he was still a great spirit after all.

Normally this would have certainly caused Evette to become enraged to see her master disrespected so, but not in Marcus’ case since he was also a great spirit.

“Now, you wanted to know how I became Bheith’s adjutant. Truthfully, we are quite alike in our origins.” Evette said a nostalgic smile on her face.

To begin Evette had not always been a spirit but was once human just like Marcus.

However, she had not been brought from Earth like him, but had originally died on Mirrion and come back as a ghost.

“It has been almost a hundred fifty years since I died, but the memory still haunts me to this day. I was born into a lower ranking noble house in my home nation of Fullkomin, and thanks to the three blessing I had been granted the head of the house had decided to make me the successor of our title. This did not sit well with my elder sister who was poised to be the heir until my birth.” Evette said before taking a moment to collect herself and continue with her story. 

“She spent years gaining my trust and that of the rest of the house. Acting as if she cared little for the title and only wished to offer up her support. With the help of one of my attendants she began slowly poisoning me to make it look like an illness had come over me. Honestly, I never would have noticed if she had not decided to gloat just before I died after she made sure I had consumed a far larger does than normally slipped into my food or drinks.”

Evette’s face had become clouded over once she had finished telling Marcus about how she had been murdered by the elder sister she loved and thought loved her back.

Still, he knew that this was not the end of her story and did not interrupt to console her. As Evette had said, this happened nearly a century and a half ago. It might have still hurt her to think and speak of it, but she had surely made her peace with her death at this point.