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For a few days now, she had been feeling bouts of loneliness whenever she recalled the days when she had been much closer to her princess. Of course, they still spent many hours together every day, but there was something different about being on the same bench in the same class, and Dixie knew she could never get that feeling back.

She didn\'t want to wallow in such a nostalgic mood forever. After all, Emilia already pampered her so much, even though she was supposed to be her mature, protective knight. So she long since thought of a way to \'cure\' any such bouts of depression.

Dixie had of course never deleted the video of \'that night\', and at first, she thought watching it whenever she missed her princess would be a good idea.

She was wrong.

The video made her feel all the wrong things at the wrong time, and after trying it just once, Dixie knew that she should only do so again when she was seeking \'relief\' instead.

But that brought her progress back to zero, and only after scouring throughout the web for advice did Dixie finally find an acceptable solution.

She had been a little embarrassed when she thought of asking her princess for such a favor, but once the opportunity came, Dixie couldn\'t resist at all.

Emilia had promised her she would record it in a quieter place later, and as expected, her princess never broke her promises.

As Dixie pressed the \'play\' button on her phone\'s screen, Emilia\'s silky voice rang out. "Dixie, my sweetest knight, do you miss me? Don\'t worry, we will meet soon, and I will kiss all your loneliness away!"

Dixie shook her head as she felt the tingling between her legs. "T-This might be no good either."

As a bonus, Emilia had also recorded a short clip to set as her exclusive ringtone, though this one in a clearly naughty tone.

"Oh, my valiant knight! Your princess is in distress! Won\'t you help me?"

Dixie giggled. "Alright, this one is good enough to cheer me up. I\'ll use the other one for m— ahem, I mean, I will save it for later."

George didn\'t know how he managed to survive that day with all the students pointing fingers and flinging curses his way. All he remembered was people yelling, and him running away all the way back to his apartment.

He didn\'t even recall how long it took him, only that a wave of relief flooded him the moment he closed the door.

His relief didn\'t last long, as the lights went out moments after he closed the door, and a peal of creepy laughter echoed through the darkness, sending the boy reeling in horror as he ran and crashed into various things until he finally found the door and managed to escape.

George wandered the streets, clutching his bleached blond hair, pulling at it like a lunatic as people pointed fingers at the crazed-looking boy.

It wasn\'t until his older brother found him and forcefully took him back that George realized what had happened.

"I-I haven\'t gone crazy! I-I\'m fine…!"

Unfortunately, things only got worse from that point on, as not only did their \'ghost encounters\' not cease, the matter was even on the news!

Not to mention George, even the other students who had been involved in Michelle\'s case felt like they were about to go crazy.

It was as if the ghost really had no intention of letting them rest for even a single night for the rest of their lives. And they weren\'t even sure how long they would last, given that many were starting to suffer injuries already.

And even if they could somehow delude themselves into thinking it was all just their imagination borne from guilt, and all the \'accidents\' stemmed from their own psych, could the random people in the news be lying? There hadn\'t been anything similar for so long, and this was far too much of a coincidence.

"Isn\'t she already dead? Why bother haunting us now?!"

"Should we look for an exorcist?"

"S-She probably wants vindication from her death."

"B-But I didn\'t kill her! Why bother me?!"

Of course, they couldn\'t fight back against a ghost, and the more misfortunes they suffered at \'its\' hands, the more their hatred for George grew as helplessness turned to rage.

"It\'s all your fault, bastard!"

"Why don\'t you just confess your crimes so we can have peace?!"

"No, just die already! Maybe only then will she stop!"

The bleached-blond boy was already having a mental breakdown on his own, and when his classmates started really bullying him for bringing this \'calamity\' to them, it was the straw that broke the camel\'s back.

From pointing fingers to yelling expletives, getting cornered and sneered at, taking all the blame for things he did and didn\'t do… things slowly escalated.

Before long, he was being dunked with dirty water, called all sorts of names, and then came the actual physical abuse.

The whole thing seemed methodical, as if the others believed that making the ghost \'see\' that they had taken \'revenge\' on her behalf would somehow make her forgive them.

Just like they had with Michelle, the boys didn\'t touch her. All the punches and kicks came from the girls. And just like with Michelle, they had no mercy at all, targeting the softest bits of his body, both to make sure that the injury remained \'invisible\', and to make sure that it hurt.

It was as if everything that Michelle had gone through, he would be facing as well.

And when George thought that his ending might be the same too… the last thread of his sanity snapped.

~ To be continued ~

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Whew, finally done. Four chapters in one day! I feel like I\'ve made a breakthrough! >_<

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