Vanessa lay contentedly in bed and patted her bulging belly.
Ever since she had started getting free Holy Communion meals from the Mourning Poetry Society, the quality of her food had shot up, and she enjoyed her meals every day.
Although Dorothea was still trying her hand at cooking, her results remained rather avant-garde. She used ordinary ingredients, yet always managed to produce decidedly extraordinary flavors. Such an effortless gift for transforming matter would surely shine in the field of alchemy.
Vanessa let her thoughts wander and soon drifted off to sleep.
Damian had been very uneasy lately.
He seriously suspected that the curse on his older sister Flora had never been lifted at all.
In the past, whenever Flora stayed home, she would wander around the house in her pajamas. Never mind putting on makeup-she could hardly be bothered to wash her hair.
But now-
He peered cautiously through the crack in the door.
Flora had put on a full set of elaborate Funeral Attire. Just getting dressed in it took half an hour. It was a dreadful hassle.
Even more frighteningly, she had put on makeup and carefully groomed herself from head to toe.
Damn it, it was the middle of the night!
Flora turned this way and that before the mirror, humming a tune. Finally satisfied, she yawned and lay down on the bed.
She lay there in a full set of elaborate clothes, still wearing her hat and high heels.
There was not even a blanket on the bed.
Damian sucked in a sharp breath.
Seeing his sister about to fall asleep in this bizarre getup, he finally lost his restraint. He banged the door open and rushed inside. "Flora!"
Flora jumped in fright and nearly rolled off the bed.
"W-what's wrong?"
"Flora! You-" Damian's voice