After the response, you can hear a reply that was delayed from inside.
It's time to start preparing dinner.
He was right to say that he was likely to be at home.
"Oh, who is it?
A woman in her late twenties with long blonde hair, pointed ears directly beside her, and two rings hanging from her neck made her peek across the door.
Well-maintained men's and women's shoes are arranged neatly in the front door.
A widow before her husband, no lover because she still loves her husband, no intention of marrying in the future, living alone, lovers of beauty, no makeup, no perfume, a cozy house, a job like wearing gloves frequently...
In this place, I exhale.
Now, the first impression of the conversation with the first person is everything.
Even though there are five chances, it has never passed even though there is little time left.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Relix. I apologize for pressing you suddenly. I am Rosie, the fortuneteller, and Celia, my assistant."
When they lowered their heads, the two men behind them bowed late.
"Fufu, can I help you, fortuneteller? What's the matter with you? Are you lost?
"No, we weren't the ones who got lost, this... ah"
Just as I turned my hand around between Risha and Celia, I blurred my expression deliberately.
An elf woman looks at us with a suspicious look at my meaningless behavior.
"Um, you're, uh, Elsa Relics, right?
"Yeah, yeah, but... really what? How did you know my name?
The half-open door slowly closes.
I can't afford to hang out with adults until now, so I'm openly vigilant.
"Actually... well, I've been in touch with someone who really wants to see you."
Behind them were only two dazed faces, Risha, and Celia, the demonic figure.
Of course, there could not have been a third person there.
"... hah, is that enough? I'm busy."
Hi, Ellie.
The door that was about to close stopped tightly at the edge.
Blue eyes, which were surprisingly open, peered through the gap.
"... why?"
A trembling voice.
Elsa disoriented herself as if she were floating in heat, and the weighed door slowly opened.
"Thank you for still living here. It's a memorable home."
With that smile, Elsa held her mouth shut to see something incredible.
Okay, hold on tight.
I don't know how I'm gonna get into this, but...
"... oh, no, don't worry. There are still not many people like you who can talk like this."
Speaking smiling towards the void, he opens the door as if someone were going through it now.
"Yes, you too. Bye."
"Eh, wait a minute!
Elsa grabbed my shoulder as she turned away. [M]
Because I was upset, I was grabbed by a fairly strong force and unexpectedly moaning leaked.
"Ah, sorry! I, um...."
"No, I'm fine. I don't seem to have much time, so please be happy."
When you try to walk out like that, you are now grasped with your right hand.
Elsa's excited hands were moist and sweaty, and she had the same or more fever as Lisa.
"Is Kyle here? Are you here now?
……
"Answer me! Is Kyle here? You're here! Hey!"
Get on your knees and hold my hand in your chest like you pray. [M]
Sweating from forehead, flushing cheeks, dilated pupils, hyperventilation, and disturbed pulse.
It's about time.
"In my birthplace, there was a legend that in summer, dead people would return to the world as spirits. Maybe Kyle and I met because we knew that story."
"Well then, Kyle....!
"Yes, but seven years ago, he said the city had changed and he couldn't get here. Because of this, I can already stay in this world...."
"It's okay, it's okay. Because Kyle's here, right? You came to see me, didn't you?
"That's right. I've been thinking about Elsa... eh, what? I'm sorry, I can't hear you."
Elsa's ability to grip her hand became stronger.
"Rosie, you said you were a fortuneteller. Can't you manage to keep Kyle here a little longer? Look, I don't know very well, but the Guardian Spirit will guide you, then..."
"Calm down, Elsa. It is“ vivid memories ”and“ deeply connected things ”that keep spirits in this world. I'll do something about it, so can you show me something like that?
That brightened Elsa's expression as if she had found salvation in her life.
It's not that I recognize him. It's the face I've seen many times in the past.
I snorted as if laughing at my anomaly, which reminds me of nostalgia before guilt.
"Please go up to my house! Most of what he used is still there."
Continue with Elsa, who leads us with words.
"Well, it's up to Celia to go deep. I begged you."
"That's fine, but I'm sure of it today. You will definitely go to hell."
We succeeded in diving right into the victim's family's home, holding back our shoulders.