“UWAH! Kasim, there’s something behind you!”

The shopkeeper of the jack-of-all-trades store referred to Vandalieu as “something” and pointed his finger at him.
“… Hello.” Trying not to be discouraged, Vandalieu greeted him.

“Hyih?! It talked?! Someone call the priest-sama!”

Weren’t these words too cruel, even for a secluded village in the countryside?

“Wait, Oyaji-san*. This child isn’t a ghost!”

TLN*: For those unfamiliar with this relatively uncommon term, it loosely translates to an affectionate way of saying “old man”. I’m keeping it like this because I think it loses some meaning if I do translate it to “old man”.

“His presence is lacking, but he’s definitely alive!”

“We can explain! Calm down and listen to us!”

Kasim’s party hastily grabbed the shopkeeper and dragged him back into the store rather roughly considering that they were trying to calm him down.

The words of Kasim and his companions that made Vandalieu finally realize that his presence was as thin as air to those who weren’t affected by his Death-Attribute Charm.

It seemed that the reason the villagers hadn’t said anything to Vandalieu was because they simply hadn’t noticed him.