Chapter 129

Different from the regular comments, this one that shone with a rare brilliance–a golden hue reserved for official endorsements, standing boldly among the sea of messages.

“The EU Supernatural Department proudly rewards this token of appreciation, extending our wholehearted support to our exceptional new recruit. Winnie, for her promotion of arcane laws. and mystical studies!”

Viewers in the chat room were utterly dazzled. How could this college be so good to their students?

“I’ve just been accepted to Goldcrest Academy, so hey, professors, when’s my supporting donation?”

“Come on, Emerald University, get proactive and send that ‘Starry Sky‘ my way.”

“The teachers haven’t gifted me anything, surely because they don’t know my stream ID. I’ll leave a message for the school’s official account right away!”

“I don’t need a such expensive donation effect; I’ll settle for the cheapest one, as a token of my understanding, dear professors, when will you gift it to me?”

“Truly the chosen one, she’s being pampered by her college even before matriculation.”

“On behalf of the other 29 students accepted by the Supernatural Department, I protest!”

“Just a friendly reminder, the Supernatural Department admits no more than thirty students a year, but that doesn’t mean they always admit exactly thirty.”

Bagot didn’t miss the golden comment from the Supernatural Department, and it felt too coincidental to be just that.

The Department’s sudden appearance seemed more like a direct response to Winnie’s rhetorical question.

Bagot felt an odd speculation brewing within him.

Perhaps, the ones who had given the green light for the show to continue weren’t the Morgans from Capital City, nor the Bryants from Emerald Bay, but… the Supernatural Department?

The institute, rumored to have national backing, might possess more clout than they had imagined.

At the thought, Bagot’s heart ignited with excitement.

If this were true their show might have just struck gold!

His gaze towards Winnie turned fervent in an instant. He also didn’t forget to instruct the host through his earpiece, “Let her speak.”

Winnie could sat whatever she wants to say. After all, they have the higher–up’s support!

Ned, upon receiving Bagot’s directive, although puzzled, quickly recovered and replied with a smile, “Here at ‘Ghostly Guidance, use your intuition to unravel the story. Speak freely and with confidence.”

Upon hearing Ned’s words, Winnie understood that there were no issues from the director’s side. After a moment’s consideration, she began to speak. “To put it simply, this place, fifty years ago, was the estate of a rich politician, and the ghost that haunts Mr. Henderson is the daughter of that very family.”

Winnie knew the story of the ghost woman, who was a tragedy from a bygone era.

She was the daughter of a rich politician, and in the 70s, this rich family had fallen into decline because of some political dispute.

Before her family’s downfall, her father, sensing trouble ahead and not wanting to implicate his children, arranged for her to marry into a family of poor farmers whom had once helped.

Though poor, the only son in that family had been able to attend high school thanks to her father’s support.

In a village of illiterates, the boy was a rare educated man, expected to make something of himself to get a city job and marry a city girl.

And he did marry a city girl, but one from a fallen political family.

The girl’s father provided a lavish wedding fund entrusting his beloved daughter to the boy.

He believed that with past favors and the fund, his daughter could live a stable life in the village despite her tainted social class.

However, human hearts aren’t always as predictable as one might think.

Upon marrying into the countryside, the girl was not welcomed by her new family. On her second day, they took her money under the guise of safekeeping.

Her sister–in–law took her expensive clothes and shoes under various pretenses.

Overnight, the girl went from being a pampered daughter to a pitiable person, subjected to bullying and abuse.

Alone, she was tasked with all the household chores–cooking, cleaning, farming, feeding the pigs, chopping wood, and tending the garden….

And her husband watched it all, feeling it was only natural.

Once grateful for the rich guy’s support, the boy’s feelings changed when their circumstances. did. That gratitude turned into a stain–an association with a fallen political family.

And yet, audaciously, the rich man was using past favors as leverage to push for his daughter’s marriage into their family.

Although the boy married her for the substantial wedding fund, he always felt the marriage was an insult to him.

Every time he saw her, he was reminded of her family’s past charity.

With her father’s political dispute, his once–promising future was also compromised.

He blamed all his misfortunes on marrying a wife with a bad political background. So, he allowed his family to torment her to work her to the bone, to tremble meekly before him.

All under the pretense that it was for her own good.

Because she had a bad background, her misery would make others feel better, and she believed When she became pregnant with his child and still had to work the fields in her eighth month, a confrontation with her sister–in–law led to a brutal push that caused a miscarriage.

The loss of the child, coupled with severe blood loss, left her unable to have children ever again.

Her husband then turned on her, threatening divorce.

Only later did she discover that he had been involved with a factory girl from the city and would have found a reason for divorce regardless.

In the dead of winter, penniless and cast out, the girl had nowhere to go but back to the shell of her once–grand .

She reminisced about the blissful days of her youth, the carefree laughter that echoed through the halls of her childhood home. Even with the gnawing suspicion that her family might no longer be of this world, the pull to return to that place was irresistible.

Alone, she braved the biting chill of a winter’s day, trudging for over five hours. She journeyed from the rustic outskirts of town, her feet tracing a path worn by memories towards the city’s embrace. But fate, it seemed, had other plans, as she collapsed on a desolate stretch of road just shy of the city’s gates.

Her body, already frail from childbirth and the years of hardship that followed, could take no . Perhaps it was the knowledge of her impending end that fueled her desperate yearning to see home once more.

Yet, her journey was cut short, her strength falling on that lonesome road, her body never to rise again.

Her soul, however, tethered by a profound yearning, continued its pilgrimage towards that sacred place she once called home..

Upon arrival, she found her sanctuary occupied by strangers. Powerless, the girl could only watch as unfamiliar faces claimed the rooms that once echoed with her laughter.

In time the house was razed, then rebuilt, torn down and erected anew, until it bore no resemblance to the haven of her memories.

Still, she watched, an ethereal sentinel to a place that was no longer hers, unable to part with 11 the land that anchored her to a world she could no longer touch.

The live stream was eerily quiet.