"Have you heard about Vanessa and Flora?"
"You mean that thing, right?"
"You all know?"
"Of course-they went too far. One didn't want to eat at the canteen, and the other didn't want to get an enema at the hospital-"
Listening to the chatter around her, Flora pulled the black veil over her face a little lower.
Recently, she had gone back to wearing her black veil and concealing her face.
Whenever she thought of the embarrassing thing she had done, her mouth went dry, and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
But, but she couldn't help it. Who could have imagined that [Wound] covered such a broad range?
"Flora!"
Flora shuddered. She turned to see who had called her, then shuddered again.
A large black crow.
Soon, crows flew in from every direction, swiftly gathering into human form.
She wore overlapping layers of black clothing, far simpler than Miss Elegy's magnificent Funeral Attire.
The layers of black clothing overlapped like pitch-black crow feathers.
Quiet and aloof, like a black crow gazing coldly upon the world-it was Dorothea.
Flora vaguely felt that Dorothea's bearing had changed a little. Perhaps she had spent too long in crow form; she looked at Flora as though she were a piece of rotten flesh.
Flora shuddered instinctively.
Fortunately, once the crows had finished gathering and Dorothea stood before her, that icy air instantly dissipated.
She even looked a little more dim-witted.
Dorothea had always been known for her intelligence, but quite a few of her had been burned to death a while ago, and she was still in a half-witted state.
Dorothea hurried over with a goofy smile. "You're just in time. Come help me at the canteen!"
"N-no, I'd rather not. It's too embarrassing-"
"What's embarrassing about it? This