Seeing that their daughter's emotions had returned to normal and that she had burst out with unprecedented energy, Allen and Luna exchanged a glance and broke into a fit of goose-like laughter. This made the female ghost somewhat angry, and Ditiou went on fiddling with the gift box, ignoring her child-sabotaging parents.
Luna was still laughing at her daughter. Her golden curls fell along both sides of her fair, delicate cheeks, and the recent period of rest had left her face rosy and her complexion captivating. The Digestive Pill pinched between her slender fingers gave off a sweet-and-sour scent that mingled with her own faint fragrance, creating an urge in Allen, who was looking at her, to try tasting it as well.
Under Luna's nightgown, her belly had already swelled into a relatively full curve. She looked simple and clean all over, not even wearing the Radish Earrings she used to like. Noticing Allen's gaze, Luna turned her head as well and focused her eyes on his.
Allen withdrew his somewhat aggressive gaze. "Luna... ahem..." Because his voice suddenly cracked and went off pitch by accident, Allen gave a dry cough and swallowed. "Luna, that Blood Pact of ours was used up during your resurrection ritual. Shall we make another one?"
"Huh?" Luna absentmindedly hooked the cord knot of the Digestive Pill bottle with her index finger, making it swing in circles around her finger. "It wasn't used up. It just stopped being an ornament."
"Huh?" Allen was also a little stunned, and his pen paused for a moment. Ink from the nib fell onto the parchment, turning into a small stain. Allen lightly brushed his fingers over it, and the stain vanished. "What do you mean?"
"Looks like you usually find me using only the Mark's location?" Luna tossed