I said goodbye to my Ghost Maid and the twin sisters who were Shadow City's poorest household—the latter had already slipped back into their eternal world of two—and then wandered around aimlessly.
Anweina held a large bouquet of white flowers in her hands: white roses, white lilies, and several white camellias tucked among them. Her pale face, framed by those equally pale blossoms, possessed an almost eerie beauty. From the side, she looked like an ancient oil painting hanging in a medieval castle, three parts sinister, three parts uncanny, and four parts beautiful. Holding the huge bouquet to her chest, she floated more than ten centimeters above the ground, drifting beside me. She seemed especially happy. I could even hear her humming a cheerful little tune. After listening carefully for quite a while, I finally confirmed that it was a sped-up version of Requiem.
Me: "..."
Walking down the street with a strange little ghost at my side really was quite an experience.
"Anweina, weren't you afraid of going outside?" I glanced at the Ghost Maid beside me. The ghostly girl holding the flowers immediately turned back and smiled, her expression radiating supernatural beauty. "Why aren't you scared today? I thought you'd go straight home after buying the flowers."
"Normally, I would be..." The Ghost Maid lowered her head and sniffed the bouquet, happily bobbing up and down in the air. "But today is a special day, so it's okay to come out for a walk. And with Master beside me... I can be a little braver."
"A special day..." The moment she brought up that subject, my expression turned strange again. Of course I hadn't forgotten why the little ghost beside me was so happy today. It was the anniversary of her death, and she had decided to come