Surviving in a School of Ghost Stories

Chapter 124

People were standing in front of the VIP seats, surrounding the Crown Prince. The Prince, who had been sitting with a blank expression, suddenly stood up at that moment.

He strode toward the railing on the second floor and leaned forward.

"Damn. What the hell is this?!"

Startled, Leonard tried to stand, but the conductor stopped him.

The conductor, who was also the music teacher at Saint Gloria Private School, spoke with a stern expression.

"Don’t worry, he’s not human. Just keep playing."

Not human.

The conductor casually said something that sent chills down Leonard’s spine.

Leonard, with a reluctant expression, sat back down at the piano and tilted his head.

The Crown Prince had looked like a human, hadn’t he? Was it just something that only he had seen?

As Leonard tilted his head and raised it again, there was no one on the railing. It seemed that, as the music teacher had said, it was just a figment of his imagination.

But the real strange events began then.

The curtain rose, and the actors began to come on stage. Leonard doubted his eyes.

The opera singers who he knew should have come on stage were not there. Instead, there were women dressed in black nun’s habits, densely packed, standing with their backs to the audience.

From the orchestra pit below the stage, they too had their backs turned, so their faces were hidden.

Leonard felt a chill, but followed the conductor’s instructions and continued playing the piano.

The opening song of the opera was dark and grand, expressing the evil spirits that were boiling over the city. The black nuns began singing the introduction of the song.

The problem was,

“Yoseharokdohaksokgyejuyoungomaljisukyeongshinininairamsapichaeo.”

They began singing strange lyrics.

‘Wait, this seems familiar...’

The words that the black nuns were singing were the same as what the conductor had said to Leonard earlier, but reversed.

For a moment, Leonard was filled with horror, and his fingers slipped. One note was wrong.

At that moment, the black nuns on stage simultaneously turned their heads and stared at Leonard.

They had all been facing the audience, but their heads had twisted around to stare at him, who was below the stage.

Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.

No one in the audience seemed to react to this bizarre sight.

After the opening song, the actors began their lines.

"Isn't there a strange smell?"

"Yeah. It smells like human. I think someone is hiding among us."

"Who could it be?"

"I think it’s coming from the orchestra side."

This time, the people in the audience all turned to look at Leonard at once.

Leonard lowered his head and checked the cross necklace around his neck.

Fortunately, the cross was still hanging safely around his neck. He couldn’t believe how relieved that made him feel.

Another relief was that the lines were familiar.

The opening started with evil spirits wandering the city,

He had to hold on. Until Melody came.

It was the first time he had wanted to see Melody this badly.

‘Where are you, Melody?’