Then, under Lynn's puzzled gaze, Sir Awen rubbed his temples, turned around, and vanished into the wall in a utterly absurd fashion.
Lynn: "..."
Fortunately, though.
Lynn's gaze fell tenderly on Alice in his arms.
Alice was all right.
A dozen or so minutes later.
After Alice had finally recovered a little, Lynn carried her over and sat her down on the edge of the bed. Yet those pure, limpid eyes kept watching him, as though there was no room in them for anything but her Older Brother.
Lynn cast Random Diagnosis on her and gained a rough understanding of her current condition.
Then he shook his head and said with a wry smile:
"You used up too much ghostly aura. Your soul was practically on the verge of scattering. Luckily, you contacted me in time. If you'd waited any longer, you probably would've really become a mindless undead spirit."
Alice still gazed at him innocently, swinging her little feet back and forth, making her good mood perfectly clear.
Helpless, Lynn reached out and lightly flicked her delicate nose, saying:
"Don't do that again, all right? You can't break free of a curse through brute force. Doing that will only make your curse fiercer, and then you'll really be in trouble."
But clearly, judging by Alice's expression, she hadn't taken any of it in.
She was as sweet and well-behaved as a little angel.
Nor did she show any of the shyness or embarrassment of an ordinary human girl. She seemed entirely unconcerned about whether letting her Older Brother see her completely naked was embarrassing.
"Older Brother, hug."
Alice opened her arms to him again, her eyes full of attachment.
Lynn closed his eyes and said, "No more hugs. We've already hugged plenty of times. Older Brother will make