"You can understand me, right?"
After receiving an affirmative nod, Nick continued, "You can live here, but we need to agree on three rules. First, you can't control Dasha's body without her permission. That goes for anyone else, too.
"Second, until you've fully stabilized and formed a physical body, you can't reveal yourself to other people whenever you please. I don't want rumors going around that this house is haunted.
"Lastly, if you're willing to consider Dasha and me your companions, don't do anything that could hurt this little group. Whenever you're unsure about something, you can ask Dasha."
"White Lady" looked a little troubled, her beautiful blue eyes blinking incessantly, as though thinking was an extremely difficult task for her.
After Nick's "Light of the Heart" skill had forcibly separated her from Constance's vengeful spirit, her appearance had changed slightly as well.
Her long hair still had a slight natural curl, but its color had changed to the red common among Celts. Her face still vaguely resembled "Xiao Dahammer's," but closer inspection revealed that all her original mixed-race features were gone.
Apart from her nose, which remained high and straight, her features lacked the deep-set eyes of the Anglo-Saxons descended from Germanic peoples. Instead, they possessed a little of the softness of East Asian features.
Her skin was dazzlingly white. Unlike the faintly flushed white skin of Anglo-Saxons, this whiteness was closer to that of
porcelain. Although it wasn't enough to trigger the "uncanny valley effect," it made this "White Lady's" beauty seem almost beyond that of a "mortal."
Dahlia's skin was already exceptionally good for a white person. Her pores were tiny, and her apocrine glands weren't particularly developed. Even in summer, Nick could barely smell any body odor on her. Most of the time, all he smelled