The next morning.
Orsaga had just crawled out of bed and was thinking about grabbing some breakfast when the sound of sirens blared outside.
He poked his head out the window, took one glance at the scene, and lost all interest.
Clearly had nothing to do with him.
After all, he hadn't even killed a single person.
Model citizen behavior.
Low-key, well-behaved, full of class—that was Orsaga.
He casually ran a wooden comb through his hair, then picked up the hotel room phone and called the front desk to check out, giving them his room number.
Then, he headed downstairs.
A few minutes later.
Having completed the checkout process, Orsaga stepped outside the hotel.
Originally, he'd planned to hail a taxi, but this small town didn't seem to have any. After waiting a few minutes without seeing a single one, he decided to wander around on foot.
That's when he noticed a large group of police officers gathered around a certain residence.
A blonde middle-aged woman was crying, and a few officers stood around her, trying to comfort her.
"Huh?"
Though slightly curious, Orsaga wasn't the type to get involved in other people's drama.
He turned to leave.
But the weeping woman—Mary Shaw—spotted him.
Ignoring the surprised looks from the officers, she suddenly lit up, shedding all signs of sorrow, and cheerfully called out:
"Master! What a surprise—what brings you here?"
Never one to ignore a greeting, Orsaga replied honestly:
"Tried to catch a cab. Didn't see any, so I figured I'd just walk around a bit."
Originally, he'd been planning to destroy Mary Shaw.
But after some thought—since she was technically his student now—he decided to let it go. He'd just find another target elsewhere.
Unaware that she'd narrowly escaped death, Mary Shaw beamed:
"Oh, that's no problem at all! If you need a car, I'll give you one!. We've got over a dozen sports cars in the garage—take whichever one you like!"
She said it as casually as if she were offering a candy bar.
Then, ignoring the baffled looks from the police around her, she went on:
"Ever since our conversation, my worldview has completely expanded!. I've found a bigger dream to chase! I'm actually preparing to leave town and explore the world!"
Orsaga, very satisfied with this gift, nodded and replied:
"Well then, thank you for the car. And good luck with your dream."
Mary Shaw waved it off:
"Oh, please! Think nothing of it! In fact, if you want the house too, I'll throw that in!"
At this, the surrounding police began to grow visibly uneasy.
Giving away a car was one thing… but a house? This house?
That was the nicest house in the entire town—easily worth millions.
One officer stepped forward and warned,
"Ma'am, be careful! He could be a scam artist."
He even shot a glare at Orsaga, clearly suspecting him of using his looks to swindle people.
Mary Shaw's expression darkened. She shoved the officer aside and snapped:
"Master Orsaga is not a scammer!. His wisdom is beyond your comprehension!"
Her voice rang with conviction.
Orsaga, hearing this praise, instinctively straightened his already upright posture.
'Ah… yes. I do love compliments. Keep them coming.'
The officer who tried to help could only grit his teeth in frustration, feeling wronged and utterly helpless.
Just as Mary Shaw was about to strike up another conversation, a familiar figure appeared.
It was the officer who had given Orsaga a ride the day before.
The moment he spotted Orsaga, his eyes lit up. He quickly pulled him aside into a secluded corner, urgency written all over his face.
"Mr. Excorist! Please—you've got to help us! Mary Shaw has started killing again!"
He pointed toward the woman—who was now smiling and chatting with other officers like any normal citizen.
"Her husband and stepson were murdered last night!. The way they were killed—no one else could've done it! It has to be the spirit that's haunted our town for decades!. You have to stop her!"
"..."
Orsaga glanced at Mary Shaw, then at the pleading officer.
He didn't quite know what to say.
His silence, however, seemed to worry the officer, who assumed Orsaga was hesitant because of how dangerous Mary Shaw was.
So, he quickly offered a compromise:
"I get it—asking you to destroy her is too much. No one's been able to do that for years. But if you could just drive her out of town—just make her leave—that would be enough!. Name your price! Anything! The mayor himself would back it!"
In his mind, it was simple:
If they couldn't kill the problem, they could at least send it away.
Let it haunt someone else's town.
Hearing this, Orsaga's eyes lit up slightly.
That request was easy.
After all, thanks to his legendary teaching skills, Mary Shaw already had a new life goal and had decided to leave town on her own. She was probably halfway to the highway by now.
So he put on a troubled face and replied solemnly:
"...Alright. I'll do my best."
The officer was overjoyed.
""Mr. Excorist, on behalf of the whole town—thank you! You're a true hero!"
To him, this was a mission of life and death.
That Orsaga was willing to take it on?
Absolutely awe-inspiring.
Orsaga simply waved his hand and said humbly:
"No need for thanks—it's nothing, really…"
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Two days later.
The vengeful spirit—Mary Shaw, Master of Ventriloquist Puppets—had completed her preparations and officially set off on her journey to chase her dream.
Orsaga, meanwhile, had enjoyed two full days of luxurious treatment, courtesy of the entire town. He then formally informed the townspeople that the "threat" had been resolved.
In gratitude, the mayor invited him to a special ceremony at town hall.
Under the watchful eye of the local news cameras, Orsaga was solemnly awarded the town's Hero's Medal—and a $5 million check.
That footage was broadcast repeatedly for a full week.
Residents even pooled money to commission a bronze statue of Orsaga, which they planned to install in the town square, to commemorate his "outstanding service."
And as he drove out of town in one of Mary Shaw's gift sports cars, nearly half the town came out to cheer and wave him off.
"Orsaga! Our hero! You'll always be welcome here!"
As the engine roared to life, a chorus of praise followed behind him.
He had come to town empty-handed and unknown.
He left driving a luxury car, holding a $5 million check, and carrying a legacy of heroism.
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