Hearing the scream, Sifa sprinted forward. Before Maltz and the others could react, he had already reached the door from behind which the piercing cry had come.
Ignoring courtesy, Sifa raised his leg and kicked. The entire door tore free of its frame and crashed to the floor, making the ground seem to tremble.
Maltz's wife, the young woman, had an unusual gleam in her eyes, and her breathing grew imperceptibly heavier.
Inside the room, Sifa was astonished to find that the owner had drawn every curtain, all of them made of thick fabric that barely let any light through.
The room was extremely dim, but Sifa could still see that the mirror on the vanity had been covered with a white cloth, as if someone feared it might reflect something unpleasant.
Before a single bed covered with velvet sheets, Sifa, who had already activated Spirit Vision, saw a blurry white figure.
It seemed to be a woman, but it had no visible head and wore only a long white dress.
Without hesitation, Sifa took a tin flask from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and forcefully splashed its contents at the blurry white figure!
What spilled from the flask was water rather than liquor, but it was Holy Water—Holy Water Sifa had created with Ghost Scream before leaving!
The instant it struck the blurry shadow, Sifa heard a sizzling sound, like water being poured over charcoal.
Green smoke rapidly rose from the shadow, accompanied by a phantom, layered shriek.
The voice sounded female. It sent a chill through Sifa's entire body, but the feeling quickly faded.
By the time Maltz and the others reached the doorway, the shadow had already vanished.
Maltz cried out softly, rushed inside, and threw himself beside the bed, embracing the girl on it. "Isabella, how