"Anyway, I won't believe it unless Satan appears right in front of me... Melinda, go back to your room and stay with Robbie. Don't come out."
Melinda's house had a layout similar to Geralt's. The living room was right inside the entrance, with an open kitchen, while a bathroom and storage room stood beside the stairs.
After the three entered, Melinda poured Geralt a glass of water, apologized, then went upstairs to the master bedroom to be with her son.
Inside the bedroom, her son Robbie was looking through a picture book.
A six-year-old might not fully understand what was happening, but children could sense their parents' emotions.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Robbie looked at his mother anxiously.
Melinda felt warmth in her heart and forced a smile. "Nothing."
After thinking for a moment, Melinda took out the remaining Fire Tree Seeds and salt from her bag and sprinkled them around the door and windows. When she finished, she hugged Robbie. "How about Mommy tells you a story?"
"Okay!" Robbie clapped happily.
Downstairs in the living room.
Geralt held an instrument resembling a compass. Inside was a double-pointed needle, white on one end and red on the other.
"Normally, humans can't see ghosts with the naked eye unless the ghost chooses to reveal itself. This thing in my hand is called a Ghost-Finding Needle. It reacts to the energy of spirits."
"Hmph. You're certainly putting on quite a show."
This time, Robert was right. The Ghost-Finding Needle was just a prop. Geralt, who possessed Spirit Sight, had no need for such a thing. He had only taken it out to bluff people.
Geralt smiled and started from the living room, inspecting every corner of the first floor, including the storage room.
The needle on the Ghost-Finding Needle remained as steady as