ACIEL'S DIARY : INDIGO
SHEET 2.10: STRAIGHTENING THE SITUATION

I gulped my saliva, my heart beating a little quickly followed by the living room atmosphere that slowly felt increasingly dense. The bald uncle in front of me was still looking at me with a look that assessed whether I was a suspicious person.

That was natural, because I said some strange things just now. What can I do, right? I was thinking if this guy had the ability to see the Spirits but it looks like I was wrong.

All right, I'll make sure.

"Nm ... So, can't you see them?"

With his gaze still unchanged, the uncle answered my question.

"If what you mean by seeing this is seeing something that is not commonly seen by the eyes of a human being, then I have never seen it. With such a question, does that mean you can see it?"

"Eh?"

That unexpected question left me a little surprised, to be honest I don't know how to reply.

"Err ... Anu ..."

Do I have to answer it? Besides, I've been saying a lot of weird things in front of this guy since. He must have long considered me a freak, this will not change even though I—

"No, sorry. You don't have to answer the question just now.

"Eh? Are you sure?"

"Yes, that's it. Wait a minute here, I'll take something."

The uncle walked away from the living room at a slightly fast pace and a few moments later, returning with a small grey jug made of clay, bearing the sign 'Seals' on one side.

It was no ordinary jug, there was quite a dense Spiritual Energy surrounding it and for some reason, I could also sense the existence of other Energies within it even if it was only a little.

A jug used to lock up the Spirit inside, huh? But right now the jug was open, so there was definitely nothing in it.

The uncle sat down on his chair and put the little jug on the table.

"Being my father was once a Spirit Exterminator, he had quite a lot of skills in that field. He also often told me that he was a child at that time if he always defeated the strong Spirit and sealed it in a jug with a size more or less like this. Every time he told her that, the look on his face looked so happy."

The uncle stroked the pitcher in front of him, smiling as he let out a gaze that described longing and at some point, it looked like a look of sadness.

"I was a little boy back then and loved every story but as I got older, plus a fact that I didn't get the talent to see it, making the story you always brought me began to hurt as time went on. In the end, I chose to stay away from him and make my father lonely."

Well, that's a natural thing.

When someone tells something that cannot be understood, of course it will make you learn it and try to understand it. But this is different, if from the beginning you can not see it then there is nothing that can be learned or understood.

Seeing something can also mean if everyone who does not see it will not accept it. That's a very natural thing.

"Then my father realized that he was finally near, he began a strange ritual in the garden behind our house. He drew something on the ground, carried a lot of paper and ink and lined up many of his jugs and one by one they were opened. Strangely enough at that time our house somehow felt crowded, even though there were not many people inside."

Drawing something on the ground, paper and ink, a ritual to release the sealed Spirit? No, maybe the father of this uncle would prefer to eradicate everything in order to ensure the safety of his family.

Sealed spirits would definitely target his family if they were just released. And if that happens, misfortune will befall this family.

"But as father was about to complete the ritual for the last jug, he entered a critical period and made us have to take him to the Hospital. With his weakened state at that moment, the only thing he thought of was this jug. But before he could perform the ritual a second time, my father breathed his last."

A small sigh came from the uncle, he pulled the jug towards him and lifted it up.

"After his departure, we and the family decided to keep this pitcher and tried not to open the lid by putting it deep in the storage warehouse. but my son found it and without realizing what was in front of him, he just opened it."

The uncle let out a weak smile and in a slightly low voice, he answered him.

"The reality is, nothing has happened, at least until recently. That's the most frightening thing because we won't know what's possible. Day after day was filled with anxiety and fear."

"Is that so? But isn't that nice? Because there's no bad thing."

"No, I've said this before. My father was a Spirit Exterminator who had quite a lot of skills. Family and relatives do not understand it and prefer to stay away from it but in fact, fathers often overcome many of the unknown problems we experienced."

Uncle coughed and continued.

"And as for such a Spirit Exterminator, he was always anxious and agitated in his last moments because of the one small jug on this table. At least we have to stay alert and not let our guard down. My son is very sensitive, making him easily sick from being affected by something, it also makes me alert further."

Uncle took something out of his shirt pocket, it was a paper with some script written on it.

"And when I heard that the forest I live in is pretty much inhabited by something scary, something, from then on I began to go often into the forest to do some prayer climbing and put a lot of this script paper in some places. Everything I got from the book he left."

So I see, this uncle did it unconsciously, huh? But Rune said that if the Spiritual Energy he threw was so great, what was going on here? This uncle has great Spiritual Energy but cannot see Spirit?

"Does that answer all the questions you have? About what I've been doing in the woods lately and why?"

"Eh? Ah, ja. That's answered it."

I took a cup of tea that was starting to get cold, and drank it.

The main cause was that lucky Spirit that accidentally escaped, huh? Then I will give a first assignment to Frouya's society after this. They'll be happy.

Depending on how lucky the Spirit is, maybe I also need Master's help to handle it. In that case, I just need to file it with this uncle and hope that he approves.

Putting the cup back on the table, I made a choice and slightly amplified my voice.

"Uncle, in exchange for you no longer putting up a lot of scripture paper in the forest or praying there, would you like to leave the matter of this loose Spirit to me? I'll definitely finish it well."

"No, you don't have to. You came here because you feel bothered with all that, right? I'll stop him then, after all, nothing bad happened."

"No. As uncle mentioned before, uncle should not let his guard down a bit. That's why in lieu of uncle who no longer goes into the forest, I will finish everything. Uncle doesn't have to worry, because I have a plan to handle it well."

I patted my chest and smiled confidently.

"Is it really safe to leave it to you alone? I can help you as much as possible if you need it."

As many as possible? Ah, bad.

Though at first I planned to do it for free but his words begged me. How'this? Do I have to say it honestly?

Ah, stop!! I better just say it!!

"Then in exchange, can I ask for a copy of uncle's father's book that contains spells and a lot of scriptwriting? I'll be very helpful with him."

"Is that enough?"

"Yes, of course."

At least, for now.