The Spirit Medium was generously lighting cigarettes near the Villa.
In the distant Snow Forest.
Threads of fragrance drifted along on the cold wind. Before long, inside a hollow tree, a chibi Ghost Fetus wrinkled her nose and sat up.
She rubbed her eyes, floated out of the tree hollow atop miniature wind and snow, and instinctively wanted to follow that ghost-luring scent.
But after drifting only a few steps, she suddenly remembered something and stopped.
—As a noble and mysterious Snow Woman, she apparently shouldn't be addicted to the vulgar things humans made. Ice cream, cotton candy, iced black tea... none of those were worthy of entering her mouth.
Having clarified this, the highly self-disciplined Ghost Fetus, who also had quite a burden of ghostly dignity, elegantly raised a sleeve to wipe the corner of her mouth. Then, head drooping, she prepared to float back into the tree hollow.
But just then, she paused and suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
The ghost-luring scent drifting over this time seemed different from yesterday's.
It was more like...
More like something that wasn't on the human menu.
If that was the case, perhaps she could eat it?
Standing there and sniffing at the waves of scent drifting toward her, the wind and snow beneath the Snow Woman's feet finally stirred, carrying her slowly toward the Villa.
It did not take long for an old Villa to appear in the Snow Woman's view.
On a patch of open ground beside the Villa, several cigarettes had been stuck into the snow and were slowly burning.
As the Ghost Mint burned shorter and shorter, wisps of processed, soft Killing Intent accumulated beside the cigarettes. Staring at this pile of offerings, which could hardly be called delicious but was quite filling, the Snow Woman