Walk alongside the reaper Mr. Rex, led by a skeletal Mr. Osteer, as the signs of invitees increase in proportion to the width of the hallway. In doing so, into my sidelines are Shizuku-shaped ghosts who seem to be jokingly bickering at the end of a wide hallway, and ghosts just with their necks who are changing their transparency to float near the ceiling, fairies who throw things like white ping-pong balls and fly away for fun.
Moving her gaze toward the figurine dolls, she realized it and thanked them all for coming this way. It wasn't a figurine!! It was a single moving doll!!! And I wanted to escape, but I wonder if even humans would find out if I overreacted here... I thought of the fear ahead of me, and I lifted the end of my long skirt to determine my will, and met in the same way.
"Sounds like you liked it."
Ha!? To whom?!?! and as a gyao, I look up to Mr. Rex, who gives me the side.
"They love cute things. You must have liked the way it looked. From the wings on his back and the crown of his head, is Bell a place called Fairy King?
... Yep, yes. That's right.
Even so, the ghost festival specifications put it together in shades of dark blue and green, and the lace and ribbon have an adult feeling of black.
I don't care, the blades on my tonal back...!
Cool, but the crown feels snoring...!!
Maybe with the ground hair I got wrapped in a circle on purpose...!!!
—— This cosplay is... of Mental Damage, Pane... orz
"... can you not touch it too much there?
"You don't like it? Beautiful, huh?
………
Should I honestly say Thanksgiving here? And it bothers me.
Even if the vegan and transcendent beauty tells you, hey...?
But I won the feeling that I didn't want you to mess with me any more, and I tried my best to get an adult response, an honest reply.
"Uh... and thank you very much"
Just then I turned my consciousness back to the wrong normal human-like person, and he would have quickly guessed into the complicated mind of this one, or Mr. Ostair would wave me a story that would change the subject.
"I'm a desert witch now. You are an ancient friend of the castle owner (Lord). There are many witches at the Ghost Festival, but only a handful are allowed to rise to the castle. '
"You're a witch... aren't you just like us? And, uh... excuse me. They drink something like that too, I'm sure."
"No, the witches are often left alive."
When I heard that, I said, "Why!?" To my signs of gnawing, the skeleton lady put her over-white hand in her mouth and shook her jaw in a snail and elegance.
'Cause the witches are never surprised to see us. Even this one doesn't feel worthwhile. Plus, if you approach the detour, you'll be caught as a “messenger” on the contrary. Nevertheless, it's not all bad to be a messenger... and that's right, we're in a relationship for each other. It's a good relationship to the extent that we enjoy the festival together.'
Convinced enough to listen to it, I nodded at Mr. Osteir's story.
It is a professional recognition that witchcraft in this world can handle strange areas of spiritual systems rather than being good at magic. As a basic skill, he possesses "divination" and sometimes speaks of a person's future and destiny, or he tells me the answer to the client's question with a thousand-eyed ability to look at distant events.
The ratio is overwhelmingly high among women, but rarely does a male witchcraft exist, in which case it seems to be a "witch” or “warlock” notation for some reason rather than a "demon man” notation. Differences in readings around there seem to have to do with what he hopes, and although there is a major premise that he can handle areas of invisibility, the devil man who enjoys slanted, fraudulent behavior generally prefers the latter. Nevertheless, if it says witch in a man, I think the perception is as correct an interpretation as it sounds, where seriousness goes a little above the unseriousness. That's basically what people get for witchcraft, and if that's what you think it is, don't feel painful.
And to observe from Mr. Ostair's story, it seems that a witch can serve the likeness of a ghost. Psychic from the previous world? Or, yin yang masters?? And floated, well, leave that area alone.
When the battle against the Ghost system, which is said to rarely happen, occurs, there are priestly figures in the party, and besides, I don't feel victorious without them... Because all the while, the translucent Shizukuishi-shaped ghost clearly looks like a physical attack null and void, and it's suspicious whether general attack magic works.
Lex, who goes sideways around here, says that monsters and ghosts are made up differently, so items for vs. monsters can't be used for ghosts, is that a story?
—— If you ever get to know a witch, have her make a talisman item for the vs. Ghost.
When you are so determined, you get in front of a huge door where a wide hall can hear you.
"Thank you for waiting, this will be the party venue of the day"
Such a voice arrived from before.
Mr. Ostair introduced us as he approached the century-looking haunter at the reception at the entrance, and the century-eyed person who was introduced soon said, "Master Ignis's!? It reacts to promises like,"
When we get this far, who's that "Master Ignis”? And we should just go in there and do it? I think so. I can somehow guess who it points to, so in a direction I won't touch for a while, I decided to go through.
Never, even though it's such a simple nari, you're actually in a high position!? And?
Not that I don't want to think about it.
—— I wonder if I would even be in a haunted country with nobles in this world... uh, how intelligent.
With that in mind, I peered inside through the entrance and the party was already in the beginning atmosphere.
'After a while now, a short greeting will come in from our king, Phantom Lord. Only then can you rest your hands on discourse and food and drink. Otherwise, you can eat as much of that dish as you like, and you can dance or have a welcome conversation with whoever you like. Please be at your disposal. I'm also rude today, and this is Phantom Town, right? No more manners are questioned than in the world of men. Please, relax and enjoy'
When I said that, Mr. Ostair thanked me beautifully, and if there was any trouble, please don't hesitate to call me, and I blended into the crowd inside the venue first.
"... you put him down. I don't know, she wanted to enjoy the party sooner... and not for long."
If you look to the left, there's a ghost herd, if you look to the right, there's an undead herd.
You can see the slightly witchy people near the center, and there's a lot of chaos mixed with a wide variety of haunts between them.
—— What the hell am I going to do in this ocean?
Such anxiety leaks unexpectedly and I turn my attention to a jack lantern adorned with skylights in a reality escape.
—— Hmm? Signs that Mr. Rex, the reaper beside him, somehow succumbed to his body...
I was worried about such suspicious movements, and when I moved the end of my gaze.
One knee right in front of me.
Pay for a worn black hood back in a good way.
Expose the beautifully shaped face of the momentum surrounding the rear light to the outside.
Turning from a tendency to lay low to some mighty uplifting.
Take this hand, and sometimes there's Mr. Rex, who just drops his beloved kiss.
"Fairy King (Titania), I want you to give me the honor of leading you tonight"
"!!! ((xmn ||)) Get fucked, Mr. Rex!? Hey, because lines like that don't normally get stylish with that VISUAL!! My heart!! It's bad for the heart! You accidentally giggled!!
"... that would normally be the sound effect of 'dokiri'"
"Both are the same. Yikes! Oh, no!? Different!? Oh too, I'm not sure anymore!! You're not from that character in the first place!! It's a private 'follow me' image of me from the top of my eyes!? Usually, it feels so soft on the waist and stuff, but you're actually not the type of person who would ever go badly with Mr. Rex, are you? So don't say that! Because it doesn't look great!! No, it looks great in a Visual way!? That's why! That's why! You can never look good in both there!!!
To forget the tremendous rush of hearts bouncing on men other than the brave, though unintentionally, the words of a great deal of rage are uttered by those who listen. By the end of the day I find myself in a state of uncertainty about what I'm talking about, but the decision dialogue a while ago obviously had the aim of taking a laugh, what an atmosphere, if it erupted and made me laugh in front of me.
This one's head gets cold with tremendous momentum, like this one.
—— You definitely played...!?
It's been a long time since I've been upset, but I think I'm calm on the back of it.
—— but well, think about it... it's been a long time since I've been caught, and it's actually been a long time since I've had a head start, hasn't it?... Oh me, I'm responding to a year that doesn't betray this look so much right now...
Is this what it was like to be young?? And when I was wondering, he was suddenly surprised that his expression had changed, Rex said, looking up quietly at this one with a clear face - sorry if that was usually a face.
"Is Bell a multiple personality?
"--- Yes? What does that mean?
"If not, forget it. I just felt that way somehow."
…
"No. Occasionally, but because I have a look (kao) that doesn't suit my age. Somehow, I was wondering if you had any other personality."
"Uh... I'm usually alone... I've often been told that my personality is weird... but... heh... does it look that way..."
I've never been told that... and the person who keeps staring at my face with no denial or affirmation as it is looked at my secret matter without getting lost in the air of reason, because.
—— a very savvy person... you must have sensed it, in my “memory”.
If you have special skills like Ish, you still think normal people will notice?
That's the first time I've ever done this, I feel smug. What I think is smudging, but I remember in my previous life - or I don't want to say it as much as possible.
"More than that, Mr. Rex. Don't you think it's time to stop this embarrassing posture?... so here it feels like I'm" please ”and, like, should I give you my hand back?
Somehow, to the awkward flow of stories, I said, "Let's not talk about this, shall we?," he said.
Return the right hand taken crooked and try to point your palm upwards.
Then Mr. Rex, who passes, smiles as usual.
"Keep your hands where they are. Once you get their approval, this one will stand up as it is. So, here's the deal."
Waking up softly, he put his reversed right hand back, and with it on his left hand, only a few steps forward in the demonstration invited me (in various ways).
"Ooh, wow. She's like a princess."
Thank you very much for your valuable experience, and I just pulled my hand in and lowered my head, because I was offered my left hand with a niggling grin and zeroed, "Don't hesitate."
"I'm going to ask you to be a brave man. It's okay."
I said, heh, I snorted at him.
To me like that, Mr. Rex seemed to take a long time to get to the point where he was such a serious man, but he said something and gave me a stingy laugh, but next, as if nothing had happened, he said, "Would you like to see it in the cooking?" I've been asking.
With all due respect, he still cares about me, and for now, he's gonna act with me.
"Right," he said with admiration that he was a gentleman... we headed that way.
On the way, Mr. Rex deposited the Sickle of Reaper (a cosplay prop) by telling Ghost, who looks like a waiter, to "keep this for me," why did he? I gave a bitter smile to this one's gaze that "That's right. I would be in the way to carry it," so I returned "That's for sure," and laughed with him.
Inside the venue (hall) it's okay if there are two people walking side by side, but the three of them are just as tight… about the narrow aisle. The haunts are thoughtfully enjoying a cheer with their opponents, and they're a few steps taller. Perhaps Lord will sit around where the chair is placed. I can see them enjoying the dance. Inside, I saw a pair of zombies and floating ghosts, and I couldn't help but think, "Whoa, my legs are floating! I mean, Mr. Ghost feels like he'll never be able to take steps or anything!?," he penetrated in his heart.
Then I wonder where Mr. Rex next door felt, "Do you want to dance?" or invited me, so I refused it in Socco.
"What is Phantom Town cooking like?"
"It feels like you shouldn't expect too much."
When I think of it, I wave, because the long-sleeved person, about one head out of the average, leaks with a bitter smile as he identifies the table a little further. I walked away unexpectedly thinking that maybe even dishes with a diminished appetite in color were lined up.
but.
"What is it... this chaotic dish..."
If you actually see the dishes on the large plates arranged narrowly at the table up close.
I don't have a problem with the colour flavor, but the ingredients (?) It looks like you have a big problem.
Kolehanai... and when it's solidifying without reaching out, an unexpected line arrives right from the side.
"It looks array, but it seems to be an ingredient that people don't have a problem eating. I just decorated some normal meat."
"... Mr. Rex, you have unexpected courage. I thought the first thing that looked like a sautéed dish at the heart was already... a guy who cared a lot about it."
"Oh, don't get me started on that. I thought you were a more delicate person, or something. Well, simply. I was wondering if this costume would be worthy of this dish. Bell would have an understanding of this kind of spirit, wouldn't he?
I said it and carried the sautéed into my mouth again, because Mr. Rex was certainly something that, coupled with the black Reaper costume, was creating quite a nasty performance. That goes crazy as soon as I get there, and I usually laugh.
"Just sure!! You look great, Reaper."
I can't beat sniping and eating imif dishes in a haunted city, or even this one if I get my body up and that much.
I look around the table with blood colour jule on eyeball jelly, brain pie on fingertip stir-fry, human bone rusk on lip cake... and still a cautious person, I grab a ghost-shaped black cookie that is barely going to be put in my mouth.
"That's too weak an impact. If you're gonna have it, at least this way."
"Oh, what is this!? Is this a proper crop?? It looks like it's going to move so much..."
They took away the cookies I grabbed and instead what I was brought was a champagne-like drink with about a centimeter of black spiders in it.
"If you're a prank-loving fairy king, that's just about right"
In the dark, he said, "Come on, drink!" I'm somewhat of a good impression Mr. Rex is urged to understand the noli and jokes on the spot, but seriously, is this a die job?? and stare at Mr. Black Spider.
Dozens of seconds staring at each other with red eyeballs.
You're sorry you dropped the tension that went up because of me... and decided to tip the cup quickly.
"... Oh, that's surprising. It feels like a fruity, female person might like it."
When I returned it, a red dress danced hilariously at the edge of my sight.
"Isn't that right? It's a ten-year thing I soaked."
Tilt your gaze toward the voice of the woman who reached your ear.
"Nice to meet you, fairy? Oh, you're a face I don't see. Well, it's unusual, I'm not a witch."
Huh? Was this black spider, a raw thing? and.
I changed my story before I asked. If I opened my mouth confused because I didn't know how to return it.
"So this lord... oh ♪ I knew I was in the middle of a hunch. Nice guy, what's your name?
Before the open mouth spins the words, the woman in the witchy dress changes the subject even more.
- Oh, my God. Am I just a reverse nan trigger?
When the boy next to him expands his sight to the way he returns plenty of pheromones, "Go ahead, name it what you want," the women come to the point where they can think of WallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWallaWalla
—— Wow, wow... Mr. Rex is the witch wheel.
I don't want to get caught up in this...
Turning a glance at him for a moment, because Mr. Rex has been turning this way in the same chill.
(You're taking him, right? You're gonna help me out here, aren't you?
(Well, good luck, handsome d (>_...) I'll let you get away with it!
We make eye contact, we're cute. Weak, I resented. I wave my gaze, after the shithole and the occasion.
—— I'm also the one who's here, so let's just hang out...
I walked out of some areas where the voltage was coming up with that in mind, past the haunts entering the venue, and out through the entrance.