Emily Hunts Monsters

EHM Chapter 1

Someone once said, “It is evident that we are hurrying onwards to some exciting knowledge—some never-to-be-imparted secret, whose attainment is destruction.”

“That’s my secret, Miss Emily.
I’ve never told anyone before.”

A person reveals a secret from deep within his soul to prove his love…

In other words, an extremely dangerous situation.

“I see.”

“Of course, I can’t prove my feelings with just this, but…”

A moment ago, the blushing Mr.
Henry confessed to me.

“Miss Emily, I have admired you for a long time.”

After reading my first novel, Child in the Dark, he became a fan.

He was happy to attend my public readings and look at me from afar.

“And now… I can no longer ignore these feelings I have for you.”

After having several conversations with me at Helena Blavatsky’s conferences, I realized that his admiration as a fan turned into a crush.

“I don’t know if it’s too sudden, but… Would you be interested in having a relationship with me with marriage in mind?”

I was slightly confused, so I had said, “We don’t know each other well enough yet.”

Thus, Henry Langham told me a secret he “never told anyone before” so that I would know more about him.
I was slightly surprised the secret was more shocking than I thought.
I smiled politely without revealing any hint of astonishment.

“Since you have told me a secret, I will also share some of my secrets with you.”

Sitting across from me, Mr.
Henry leaned in close.

A muscular upper body and wide shoulders.
His toned arms were visible beneath his clothes.
I think he looks more like a factory worker than a businessman from an upper-class family.
Although his appearance is a little crude, he’s still good-looking.
Under the sunlight coming through the window, his dark brown hair and handsome features gave off an inconspicuous but gallant impression.

I stared into his dark blue eyes reminiscent of the sea at night.
“You must be aware I was married at the age of eighteen and became a widow the following year.”

As soon as I graduated from boarding school, I fell in love with an unpopular author.
I ignored my aunt who opposed our relationship and said he was a man with no means of supporting me; it wasn’t long before we got married.
I enjoyed the life of a newlywed for about a year, but…

“No one could have expected Mr.
Carter, a favorite in the literary world, to have passed away like that.”

I nodded.
“Indeed.
Anyway, that was when I experienced something remarkable.”

“What do you mean?”

“I remembered my past life.”

Mr.
Henry’s eyes widened at the words “past life”.

“In my previous life… I was someone living in the Far East, thousands of miles away from London, in an era that came hundreds of years after the 1890s.”

Mr.
Henry’s gaze was filled with admiration.
He seemed to believe I was telling the truth.

“Oh my, a hundred years into the future.
If you don’t mind, can you tell me more about it? How has Her Majesty’s empire—”

“That’s not the only secret I have.
I cannot die, Mr.
Henry.”

“…What?”

“Specifically, I travel back to the past before my death.
Have you heard of the concept of infinite regress?”

With a puzzled look, Mr.
Henry said, “Hm, well, that’s…”

“I don’t care if you haven’t.
Allow me to get to the point.
I’ve died many times and returned to the past.”

“…”

“…You don’t believe me, huh?”

He shook his head, and a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face.
“No, I believe you.
I know better than anyone else that there are one or two mysteries that cannot be explained with logic or science.”

…I didn’t expect him to believe me so easily.
I continued, “I’m glad.
Anyway, I’ve been through many bizarre and terrible deaths.
In addition, all the events in my stories are things I have experienced myself.”

For your information, I’m a popular author who writes in the weekly magazines Weird Fiction and Gothic Story.

“Last week, The Two Faces of a Gentleman was published in Weird Fiction.”

“I haven’t had the chance to read it yet.”

The Two Faces of a Gentleman.
It was a horror story about the double life of a man considered to be one of the best gentlemen in London’s social circles.
It has been the most popular story since the first issue of Weird Fiction.
I don’t know if I’m lucky or unhappy he didn’t read it.

“M