Black Pipa ghost loved art exhibitions.
If it found an exhibition that interested it, it could go every day until the show ended.
Then it would go looking for the next exhibition.
It had always regarded the paintings at exhibitions with a feeling of "looking up at a lofty mountain."
It respected and loved them, and longed to be able to create paintings like them someday.
Because of that earnest, fervent hope, it viewed art exhibitions with a sense of reverence.
That was why it hated any behavior that showed disrespect for an exhibition, like shouting loudly or giggling and joking around.
What it absolutely couldn't accept, what made it furious, was... damage to the paintings!
There were very few people who did that.
But it had encountered them before.
Only twice... Fortunately, it had only happened twice.
The child was quiet.
He looked up at the paintings with great seriousness.
So when it later realized that the child had actually scratched one of the paintings on the wall with a key, it was rather surprised.
It had thought the ones who would do such a thing would be the noisy children.
The ones who giggled and joked in front of the paintings, talking about this and that, making it wish it could throw every one of them out.
It was furious.
It shouted aloud.
That was the first time it had ever made such a loud noise at an art exhibition.
The child acted as if it hadn't heard.
No.
The child really hadn't heard it.
Black Pipa ghost grabbed the child, who was walking toward the next painting. "What are you doing?!"
Its hand tightened around the child's arm.
Its expression turned somewhat ferocious.
"Do you know—"
"Waaah!"
The quiet child let out a