Earning Some Pocket Money

"What are you smacking your lips for?" Luna asked without turning her head when she heard Allen's voice.

"Eating Raw Cheek Grass ice cream..." Allen drew his consciousness back, licked his lips, and savored the taste.

"Bring me some when you come back." Luna rather clumsily turned herself over, then decided it was uncomfortable with her waist propped on Allen's legs and her back arched, so she kicked her legs and shifted herself a little toward the armrest.

Then Luna let that somewhat ugly, diamond-shaped stone float quietly between the two of them. The gray-white mark of the Deathly Hallows on the Resurrection Stone glimmered faintly under the starlight of the Perception Room.

"I've finished my preliminary research on the Resurrection Stone among the Grim Reaper's three Hallows, and through it I've also gained some understanding of the Grim Reaper's power..." Luna lightly tapped the air with her long, delicate, fair fingers, and Allen's wand, which had been leaning against the wand rack in the corner of the room, floated into her hand.

Curled up on the sofa, Luna pressed her hand to the Crystal Ball at the very bottom of Allen's wand. The remaining souls inside rushed out of the devil skull at the tip of the wand, circled once through the Resurrection Stone, then turned into pure soul energy and were absorbed by her through her mouth and nostrils.

As the last trace of soul energy inside the Crystal Ball was absorbed by Luna, the Crystal Ball turned transparent again, while Luna floated up into midair beneath the cosmic nebula overhead.

At that moment, the planets on the ceiling of the Perception Room began to revolve rapidly, and Luna's pale golden hair lifted without wind. When she opened her eyes again, they were no longer absentminded and empty