Helena looked up at her father in embarrassed fury. She remembered the terrified look on his face when she had just come out, and, as payback, deliberately raised her voice and asked, "Father, you can create Death Knights and have mastered so much Necromancy. I've never seen you afraid of those things, so how did you end up getting scared by a Muggle ghost instead?"
"You don't understand... this..." Allen's expression turned awkward. His usual silver tongue seemed to have been thrown who knew where, and he hemmed and hawed without being able to explain clearly. Not wanting to lose face in front of his daughter, he simply let go of her hand, stood up decisively, yanked open the drawer of the television cabinet, rummaged through a pile of triangular magic video discs, found one, and put it into the magic disc player. Then he turned to Helena and said, "Helena, if you're sure you won't regret it, you'll know the answer after watching this movie."
Late that night, several hours later.
The summer evening breeze gently stirred the gauze curtains. In Luna's room, Crazy Girl heard the movement and, without even opening her eyes, rolled over to make a little space on the bed, then promptly sank back into deep sleep.
Only after quite a while did the chilly aura and abnormal light make Luna realize something was wrong. She suddenly opened her eyes and discovered a woman in white with black hair bending over at her bedside, looking at her.
Luna's eyes bulged, and then she recognized the other party. "Hm? Helena? What are you doing?"
"Mother... I..." After being asked, Helena fell into her memories for an instant. Then, with a stiff expression that also seemed somewhat frightened, she looked around in all directions. "Father just took