"Mary."
With Kamiyagawa's call, a fierce wind swept through Karyou Ghost School.
The strong wind carried a chilly feel, and blood-red mist rolled and wandered down from the high layers of the ghost school's buildings. The shadows of the buildings pressed down with the mist, the shadows of the night grew thicker and gradually blended with the crimson mist, carrying a faint rose fragrance.
"In front of you."
Mary responded gently.
Deep in the red mist, a red-and-black dress swayed.
"Can you sense it? The place where the golden outline connects. Can you do something about this energy, in a gentler way?"
Kamiyagawa asked this way.
Tsurumi Aoi had said that in her dream of peering into Tokoyo, Mary's figure was what caught her attention the most.
Now it seems, it is likely that Mary herself is attracting Daikokuten's blessing.
Tap tap.
The red mist surged as Mary's boots clicked on the pebble path, her footsteps clear and bright.
