Luccane
Chapter 33: Jansen's Testimony

"Alright, I promise. So you can tell me what kind of secret you mean, Jansen."

I said so steadily as I stared at Jansen, waiting for what secret he would reveal to me.

The friendly weather suddenly changed drastically, the wind blew hard to make the branches of the big trees around my house swing violently in line with the heavy rain that fell without cueing.

The power went out all of a sudden, lucky I still kept the red lantern from Luccane and hurriedly turned it on as a temporary source of illumination.

But somehow since when the red lantern has been sitting sweetly on the nightstand complete with a box of wooden matches, as if knowing that I will soon use it.

"Do Mevrouw Vishabea know what caused the Widow to vanish without a trace?" jansen asked with her adorable yet impressed voice forced to be firm.

My forehead frowned, a little annoyed by the question posed by Jansen.

"I don't want to know because it's none of my business. After all, don't you also know that I almost died because of the evil Widow?"

Though curious, I never wanted to ask Luccane any more about the Widow. Because, in addition to considering the young female ghost as my love rival I also want my relationship and Luccane to be calm again as before.

After all, Luccane always switched the topic when I started mentioning Jolanda's name into our conversation.

"Indeed. I who didn't see it happen knew about it, but did Mevrouw not feel curious at all? How could he just disappear?"

"I'm honestly a little curious, what happened to that haughty female ghost?" ask me with a little hesitation and curious.

Jansen looked straight at me. "it might be unbelievable but actually all this has something to do with Jonge Meester Luccane because he is the one who eliminated Jolanda."

I was shocked to hear Jansen's words. My instincts quickly refused to believe what Jansen said just now, how could Luccane eliminate the Widow as a fellow astral being? Isn't that a very impossible thing?

Creatures like them will not necessarily disappear or return to their rightful places before what is their business in the world is finished.

So how could the disappearance of Jolanda have anything to do with Luccane?

Isn't that too weird and absurd?

"What did you say, Jansen?! That's not possible! How can you fellow ghosts eliminate each other?!" my screams are reluctant to trust the boy's entity.

"Perhaps Mevrouw Vishabea had never known that Jonge Meester Luccane was one of the few percent of our nation that could use high-level black magic whose magic was so extraordinary it could even eliminate fifty fellow ghosts at once in one ritual," said Jansen with a serious look.

Jansen focused his attention on me.

"So it will be very easy for Jonge Meester Luccane to eliminate one person like Jolanda, especially after the woman injured Mevrouw Vishabea very fatally. Perhaps Mevrouw had heard the term that a speck of vengeance can lead to bloodshed? The grudge of the public that has been buried for too long is a strong motivation for him to eliminate Jolanda."

Again I could not believe Jansen's words at all even though what he said sounded very logical.

I don't know why what the boy said just sounded like a guy with no significance to me.

"If Jolanda is missing, what does that have to do with me? Isn't that good for my relationship with Luccane?" I ask you don't care.

I really hate that ghost girl with all my heart. Although I wonder what his fate is now but I really don't care, he almost made me die anyway just because Luccane chose to love me rather than him.

"Because of the use of such dangerously high-level black magic, Jonge Meester Luccane could have lost control of himself and could have harmed Mevrouw. Any use of black magic would of course have a negative impact," Jansen replied with a noticeable worried face.

"It's hard for me to believe everything you're saying right now, Jansen. But I will keep my promise to keep this a secret."

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The night had changed back into the day, but my eyes had not fallen asleep for a second. I didn't feel sleepy all night.

I kept thinking about my and Jansen's talk last night about Luccane and that black magic that seemed so terrible.

All this time I've only heard a little bit that shamans who can use black magic are not many. But how could Luccane who was not a human be able to use that black magic?

Too many big question marks now filled my head until I could only sigh deeply.

In this house, no entity dares to appear before me again due to Luccane's harsh reprimand. In fact, they could have been a source of relevant information for me.

Are they all afraid of Luccane for his skill in using black magic?

Although my eyes are now on toast and a glass of warm chocolate milk served on my dining table as breakfast, my brain continues to think hard trying to return to rational thinking like humans.

Oh my God, what do I do now?

Should I follow Andri's advice now? But... Why is my heart so unsettled like this?

My hand reached out to the bread as if it had called me earlier to eat it.

The strawberry jam that coats the bread caused a concomitant sweet and sour sensation in my mouth, but it tasted much better than breakfast bread or oats tasteless during my hospital stay yesterday.

I went back to listening to a traditional Dutch song that I deliberately played with a gramophone and a black disc as my breakfast buddy this morning.

Every beat in his melody again reminded me of Luccane, the creation of God from the opposite dimension whom I unfortunately loved dearly.

I can't control my feelings at all if it's directly related to Luccane. It felt like there was a huge urge from inside my chest to continue loving the ghost youth wholeheartedly.

The blinding and intoxicating love at one time made me miserable.

But again my heart could not get rid of the shadow of Luccane just as easily as I exhaled.

"Luccane, where are you? Shouldn't we talk right now?"