After Miss Bethany finished recounting the general events, she observed the expressions of the two living people. To her disappointment, Shade showed little reaction, while the blonde young lady she did not know seemed even sadder.
"Is the bullet still inside your body?"
Shade asked again. The girl nodded firmly.
"Yes. That bullet went straight into my heart, and I bled a lot at the time. One of them hurried away, while the other brought my corpse here and threw it into the well.
Fortunately, it was a dry well. I would rather my corpse rot than soak until it swelled up."
As she spoke, her spirit gave off a faint glow. Her face became twisted as she leaned toward Shade again. But this was merely a little trick intended to frighten him, and Shade was not afraid in the slightest.
Miss Bethany was even more disappointed.
"That still didn't scare you? You really are no fun. But what exactly are you trying to do? Don't tell me you truly intend to avenge me?"
Only then did Margaret speak.
"Yes, we want to avenge you. Then you can continue onward on your own."
"Continue onward... Yes, I'm already dead."
Miss Bethany's soul was briefly distracted, but she quickly shook her head.
"No, no, I don't want to move on yet. There are still things I need to do. I can feel that if I continue existing, then perhaps in a few decades, I'll be able to leave this area and take a walk in the city."
"What do you want to do?"
Shade asked. The girl's soul answered without hesitation.
"There is something I cannot leave unresolved. I actually have a younger brother, but we were separated when we were very young. Mother once told me to take good care