GHOST STORIES WITH A GHOST
We went to the ancient nation of ghosts, the Thursa Thursa Kingdom, for a long overdue visit.
Muu had met us last time, so I figured I’d take Rosalie this time. We were traveling on Laika in her dragon form, and Halkara was coming along to collect herbs, so there were four of us in all.
“Thank you, Big Sis. I know it’s a lot of trouble,” Rosalie said with some hesitation. She was a ghost, but she was riding on Laika.
“If you want to thank anyone, thank Laika. She’s taking us there. I just made the suggestion.”
“Oh, no. Seeing more of the world is beneficial to me, so I welcome this heartily.”
“That really is an exemplary thing to say, Laika. I’m impressed if that’s how you really feel…”
I’d never be able to say something like that outside an interview.
“There are many undiscovered plants in the area around the kingdom, so I am excited, too~ I also wonder if there are any good mushrooms there~ ”
“Halkara, you’re welcome to gather all the new mushrooms you want, but just ignore the ones with strong poison, okay…?”
I didn’t want someone to die because of a handling mistake…
“It’s all right—but you do have a point. I will be careful. An unknown forest is dangerous for an elf, too.”
“Hey! You’ve grown! You’re aware that it is dangerous!”
“A thousand years ago, the elves who entered these woods spread a new kind of disease, and so many people died because of it, see…”
Wait, that’s kind of a big deal!
“Oh well, that was a long time ago, so I think you’re worrying too much… Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha… Oh, now that I’ve remembered that happened, I’m scared…”
Now I was frightened, too.
Unknown lands came with these kinds of risks…
“Oh, Madam Teacher… I’m ill with anxiety now…”
I felt like it was a mistake bringing Halkara along.
Finally, we arrived at the Thursa Thursa Kingdom and all their ziggurat-like ruins.
Even though Muu was the queen, she came out to greet us right away.
I mean, I wasn’t surprised she walked so fast because she spoke with a cockney accent. I mean, strictly speaking, it wasn’t a cockney accent, but that’s what it sounded like to me.
“Hey, ya finally got ’ere! Since we’re out already, why don’t I take ya to a part o’ the woods that’s nearby?”
The queen herself was going to escort us. I couldn’t really ask for anything else.
“You cannot do that, Your Majesty.” Nahna Nahna suddenly appeared behind us, still in her midriff-baring maid outfit. The ghost usually appeared out of nowhere and startled me. “The plague mosquitoes are out in the woods at this time of year. When the living are bitten, they get itchy all over and die a year later.”
What an awful disease!
“Oh yeah, yer not wrong. I’ve been dead for so long, I forgot. It’s a real nasty bout. The itchiness shatters most poor souls in a week.”
I didn’t want her forgetting something so dangerous.
“Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have come along…” Halkara had already gone pale. I was thinking the same.
“It’s safe inside the ruins, so why don’t you hang out together there?” Nahna Nahna said, her face devoid of expression. She looked cold at a glance, but she was good at her job. “Our sanitation, of course, as well as our seismic reinforcement has all been done to perfection.”
“You’re so fastidious for ghosts…”
And so we ended up chatting inside the ruins of the Thursa Thursa Kingdom.
There weren’t any eye-popping attractions in the ruins, but our reason for coming this time was mainly to watch Rosalie talk candidly with Muu anyway.
We, the living, just had to curiously admire the inside of the ruins.
We took a tour as Muu gave us a few lectures here and there.
Meanwhile, Rosalie and Muu spent a lot of time talking.
“Did the Thursa Thursa Kingdom have any famous dishes?”
“Lessee. The sea’s far away from ’ere, yeah, so seafood’s dear, y’see. Back then, people who lived near the sea were too scared of octopuses to eat ’em, so we imported ’em for cheap an’ ate ’em.”
Octopuses were a little grotesque-looking, so I kind of understood.
“Oh, ’cause they’re all wriggly. They’re kind of like monsters.”
“But they’re surprisingly good. Then we put ’em in a batter made o’ flour an’ fry ’em into a ball.”
Hey, isn’t that takoyaki…? Nah, it couldn’t be…
“We called the dish ‘the gem o’ the crimson devil.’ It tastes lovely, but I’m the only one wiv a body round here, so they stopped makin’ ’em.”
The name was kinda badass, but I was pretty sure it was a cousin of takoyaki…
Afterward, Rosalie and Muu kept chatting about ghost stuff.
“Then some adventurers showed up, an’ they were up an’ brown bread in the ruins. I was finkin’, Don’t die here—die outside!”
“Yeah, that’s rough… It’s annoying when the living come to test their courage, but it’s just more trouble when they die…”
Sounded like a relatable conversation for ghosts, but I couldn’t sympathize.
“An’ those dead adventurers still live here as ghosts. Nahna Nahna’s really puttin’ ’em to work, too. Bein’ a newcomer ain’t easy, even when yer dead.”
Muu suddenly stopped.
“No.”
“What’s wrong…?”
“There’s nuffin’ fun for livin’ people in this here ruin…”
Muu was genuinely concerned about this.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about us at all…”
“No! Ya gotta be hospitable for your guests! An’ if yer guests are bored, that’s an embarrassment to the Thursa Thursa Kingdom!”
She was oddly insistent about this. Is that so…? Is that how the culture in this country works…?
“To put it another way, anyfin’ goes so long’s it’s good. The best people are the best at somefin’—the one who makes everyone laugh the most. Doesn’t matter if it’s wiv a classic, a surreal joke, a one-liner, or somefin’ a little risqué.”
She was picky about the strangest things. These weren’t the country’s cultural standards—just hers.
“I would appreciate a funny story, but…it’s so gloomy in here, it scares me a little…,” Halkara said, shivering. I mean, we were still inside a tomb.
“Oh right. I got somefin’ mint!”
Muu clapped her hands together.
“It’s time for some spine-chillin’ tales!”
“Tails from a bunch of unknown creatures? That is pretty spine-chilling…”
“Yeah. I guess that’d depend on if they were still attached or not. Unattached, pretty gory. Still attached, then the fin’ could— Hey, not those tails!”
She caught on to my joke and jabbed back.
Then again, my remark was pretty weak—mostly because I didn’t want to exchange any scary stories.
“We were just talking about how gloomy and scary it is in here, so why are we telling creepy stories? That’s not okay!”
“I am also tempted to refuse…” Laika’s expression was tense, too. It didn’t seem like she could handle those kinds of stories well.
The family was full of scaredy-cats.
Halkara was the worst of all of us.
When we’d learned Rosalie was appearing at her factory and went at night to check, she’d been petrified.
“It’s fiiine. When we’re bored ’ere in the Thursa Thursa Kingdom, everyone goes round an’ tells funny stories. They always get a laugh, an’ we have a great time. It don’t cost no money or nofin’.”
Always making someone else laugh was an incredibly high barrier to entry.
“There’s several genres of these kinda stories, an’ one of the mainstream types are scary ghost stories. See, it’s perfect if you all talk about feelin’ a chill on yer back when it’s all hot an’ humid out.”
“This seems very difficult… Terrifying tales seem much easier than sidesplitting ones,” Laika said, her arms folded. She was too serious to easily come up with a story that would crack everyone up.
“A scary story, huh~? I have a few. I keep one in my back pocket from when I was in elf school.”
It sounded like Halkara would be able to join in, too.
I guess majority wins.
We moved to Muu’s room and sat in a circle.
There weren’t any chairs, so we sat right on the floor to get the mood going.
We dimmed the lights inside the room and lit a single candle.
Meanwhile, Nahna Nahna brought over some drinks for us. Ghosts could apparently carry things with willpower alone.
“Now then, let’s get started with our spooky stories. Who’s startin’?”
“Okay, I’ll start. I want to get this over with…”
I raised my hand. I was the kind to eat the stuff on my plate that I liked the least first. If I had to spend the whole time thinking about my own story, I would get tired of hearing the others. But then I’d also get tired of being scared, so maybe that was okay.
I did have a go-to story at the ready. I would bring a common tale from Japan straight to another world!
No one would know what this was (or at least, they shouldn’t), and I would be perfectly happy if it scared them.
“Ahem, okay. Here goes.”
This was a story any Japanese person would know.
“In a certain town, at a certain school, there was a strange rumor spreading among the children about a woman with long hair. She kept her mouth covered with cloth and would suddenly speak to you. A boy heard the rumor and thought it was eerie.”
Yes, this was the otherworld version of the slit-mouthed woman, the kuchisake-onna.
“One day, as the boy walked along an empty street, he heard a woman’s voice behind him. When he turned around, there was a woman with long, black hair, her mouth covered with cloth. The woman then asked, her mouth still covered: Am I pretty?”
“Madam Teacher, that’s so predictable!”
Halkara criticized me in the middle of my story. Hey, that’s kinda rude.
But nobody in my audience was remotely impressed.
Wait, was it my fault? What did she mean by “predictable” anyway?
“Lady Azusa, that’s the story of the slit-mouthed ogre. I heard it back in red-dragon school.”
“You have a scary story like this, too?!”
“I guess it’s still around, huh? I heard it a long time ago, too. That’s the one where she chases after ya super-fast if you try to run away, or ya can help her by chantin’ pomadu, pomadu, yeah?”
Even Muu knew the story… Why was this more widely known than the Japanese kuchisake-onna…?
“Ogres are so fast, aren’t they~? An elf could never outrun one, so it’s scary to us~”
They’re just really strong. That doesn’t make them extra scary, does it?
“Ogres with slit mouths were apparently especially violent. According to what I’ve heard, they had a much slimmer chance of getting married compared with other ogre tribes, so they went extinct.”
We’d moved from scary stories to sad stories, for some reason.
“One theory states that the reason the ogre chases after you is because they’re bad at communicating. They simply want to be friends.”
“I’m starting to feel sorry for them!”
“Yeah, this isn’t interesting… What a letdown.”
Hey! This just makes me sound boring! I don’t want to leave it here.
“Wait. I have another one…”
I had to preserve my honor! Time to start the next story!
“One night, the driver of a carriage was passing a ridge when he spotted a woman raising her hand. The driver, thinking it strange to find a lone woman all the way out here—”
“Madam Teacher, that’s just the ghost carriage. That’s the one where he goes to collect his payment and the woman is gone, right?”
The story aligned with one from this world again!
“…Okay, that’s enough. Do someone else…”
No matter what I said, someone would be like, Yes, we hear that one a lot…
Maybe I’m okay with being boring…
“Okay, I’ll go next!”
Halkara raised her hand. I wondered if she could pull off telling a scary story.
“This is a tale from back when I was a student in the elf lands. Four of us girls left school together, and we were chatting at a café.”
That was a normal introduction.
“The other three girls were part of a close group of friends in my class, and they invited me along this time. It really felt like all of us were just laughing the entire time. Ahhh, that was youth!”
What was going to happen now?
We all held our breath, listening intently.
“After about an hour, one girl left early because she had cram school to attend. Everyone said ‘Byeee!’ and ‘See ya later~’ to her.”
Oh-ho. What was going to happen to her…?
“Then, when she was gone, the eyes of the other two suddenly grew cold enough to give me goose bumps.”
Whoa, did something possess them…?
“They started talking. ‘Don’t you think she’s been going a little too over the top lately?’ ‘Yeah, it’s seriously pissing me off.’ I was so shocked! They were supposed to be friends!”
“That’s just a spiteful story!”
“They were terrifying… They immediately switched to bad-mouthing the girl who’d left first… It still chills me to this day…”
“Sis Halkara, I don’t think that’s exactly the kind of ‘scary’ we’re lookin’ for…,” Rosalie interjected. Yeah, she was right…
“Awful. Not scary at all. Rubbish,” Muu complained. If anyone had a right to nitpick ghost stories, it was a ghost.
This time, Laika raised her hand.
“I will tell the next tale.”
Oh, what was Laika going to talk about? This should be interesting.
“This is also a story from when I was a student. There was a pupil who would mention that he was the strongest every opportunity he got, and he was high-handed to those around him.”
He sounded like a show-off.
“He never entered any red-dragon tournaments, yet he always declared he knew this and that move and could spew so much fire.”
Laika’s eyes were serious. All of her listeners were drawn in.
“But then, his friends entered him into a tournament without him knowing.”
Ooh, we were getting into the meat of the story.
“…The day of the tournament, he absconded and moved to another dragon land. His lies had grown beyond his control, and he ruined himself out of embarrassment. How terrifying.”
“That isn’t a ghost story!”
I had wondered if Laika would be able to tell a creepy tale, but it turned out she couldn’t.
That was just a case of a pathological liar doing everything he could to hide that he lacked any real power…
“Anyone can fail. It is not embarrassing. However, he created a situation in which he could not afford to fail and was ultimately no longer able to show his face. Those who are unable to acknowledge their weakness are thus defeated by their pride. How terrifying…”
Okay, but that’s a weird thing to get scared by.
“What the hey…? Yer all just girls who can’t tell scary stories, huh?”
Muu’s categorization of us was both insulting and oddly specific. What, are girls supposed to be able to tell scary stories?
“Guess it’s up to me then, huh? I’ll tell you the tale of a ghastly incident.”
A ghost story told by the queen of poltergeists, huh? This had to be good.
“K-thunk, dmp, dmp, dmp, dmp, dmp, dmp, fwoooooo…………, thwaaaam! Krrrtchhh, whump, ka-doooooom! —Whaddaya think?”
“They’re just sound effects!”
I didn’t even know what the story was about!
“That was a story about a massive boulder that fell onto a village below an’ kept rollin’ right through several houses.”
“No disaster stories! That is not a ghost story!”
“I thought it needed a little more detail as well.”
Both Halkara and Laika voiced their criticisms. It didn’t seem like I was the only one who thought there was a problem with it. At the same time, both their stories had issues, too…
“Wh-why…? Why didn’t my story land…? It placed me high on the Quick Joke Grand Prix rankings, though…”
That was definitely a tournament just meant to make people laugh…
Then, the light from the candle lit up the floor—
—where the face of a woman appeared.
“Eeeeeek! A ghost!!”
“Gah, who is that?!”
“Madam Teacher, a ghost appeared because we were telling scary stories!”
Laika, Halkara, and I were scared out of our wits.
“Of course. I am a ghost, after all.”
On a closer inspection, it was Nahna Nahna.
There were cups floating in midair, so she had probably come to bring us new drinks.
“I decided to catch you by surprise by coming out of the floor.”
“Don’t do that! No practical jokes, okay?!”
“But all your stories were practically jokes.”
It was a solid argument. My stories just barely qualified as ghost stories, but the others weren’t even scary.
“There was not much difference between them. I am a brass-level ghost-story weaver.”
“What the heck is that?”
“A ghost-story weaver was a job once just as popular as the magic knight, but not anymore.”
Did a combat party in ancient times consist of the fighter, the mage, the priest, and the ghost-story weaver? That last one didn’t sound very useful…
“Now then, I am off.”
With that, Nahna Nahna vanished.
She had been the scariest part of this so far. It made me shiver…
All four of us had given it a try and failed.
The only one left was Rosalie.
“I guess you’re saving the best for last, huh?”
Now that I thought back on it, Rosalie had barely spoken this whole time.
It was almost like she thought her spookiness would escape if she opened her mouth.
“This is the story that the drowned spirit told me when we went to the beach a little while ago.”
Her premise was already unfair.
“They’re known as the ‘drowned’ spirit, but their friend actually poisoned them and threw them into the ocean. They’d lent a lot of money to their friend for his business enterprise, but when they asked for the money back, they were invited out to the beach, and their friend poisoned them with the intention of killing them. You know, it happens.”
I thought I felt a cold wind at the back of my neck.
Was there a breeze in these ruins…?
“Since the spirit hadn’t exactly drowned, they apparently managed to make their way to the one they now despised, consumed by thoughts of exacting revenge. On the other hand, though, a part of them wanted to forgive their killer. Do you know why?”
This didn’t mean she was asking us. This was one way of telling the story.
What was going to happen…?
“The friend who’d poisoned them had a loving family, a wife and two children. If the murderer were to die, the family would lose their livelihood. So instead of eliminating the culprit, they instead chose”—Rosalie paused here—“not to harm the innocents.”
Laika was inadvertently nodding.
“Once, the ghost saw the killer hiding the poison he’d used to commit his crime in a cabinet. His wife found it, questioned him about it, and said she would forgive him if he regretted his actions. The ghost thought that was okay for a compromise, since the innocent family wouldn’t be injured by it. But—”
Rosalie’s gaze bore straight into us.
My body temperature plummeted… What was with this weird pause…?
Things were going to speed up soon…
“One day, the two children were making mischief in the cabinet. They took some cooking powder and the poison powder—and switched them. Of course, they didn’t know it was poison. They probably thought it would just make their food taste funny.”
Laika had her arms wrapped around herself in a hug. Oh, this was bad…
“At dinner that night, the children were the first to collapse. The panicked wife vomited blood and stopped moving. The killer, who was larger and more robust, was the only one left in the end. The ghost watched the whole thing.”
Rosalie’s face looked distorted in the candlelight.
“Even though the killer shouldn’t have been able to see the ghost, he looked to it and said, ‘It was you! You did this! You set this curse!’ The ghost said it wasn’t their problem to solve, but the awful man could not hear them. ‘Why did you keep me alive…? It was cruel of you to kill the rest of my family!’ ‘No! I didn’t curse you!’ That was when the poison finally took effect, and the killer perished. The whole family was gone.”
Oof… That left a nasty aftertaste…
“Then, the ghost realized something: Oh, I didn’t want to cause innocent people hardship. The family died immediately, so of course they never lost their livelihood or had to endure any difficulty.”
I felt myself shiver a bit.
“—So you can see the will of a ghost has real power that can inadvertently take form in the living world. Even though the ghost had been killed, they remain conscious of their guilt. They are still adrift today… The end.”
Then, the light of the candle suddenly went out.
The room was shrouded in darkness.
“Gah! Why did it go out?!”
“Aaaaaaaaaah! I cannot handle this! Eeeeeeek!”
“Help, help! I will do anything! Please, I will do anything!”
All three of us from the house in the highlands fell into a panic.
I had to scream. I couldn’t take silence and darkness!
“Big Sis, there is a sequel to this. Do you want to hear it?”
I could hear Rosalie’s voice in the darkness.
“No! No thank you! I do not want to hear it! Especially not when it’s dark like this!”
Suddenly, the candles in the room lit up again.
“Turning off the light gives it much more power.”
There stood Nahna Nahna.
“Hey! What did you turn off the light for?! That was the worst possible timing!” I complained.
“The point is to be scared, is it not? And all these stories so far have been a farce.”
Wow, what a harsh audience…
“First things first, the one who gave the biggest scare with her story was Miss Rosalie. Congratulations.”
Nahna Nahna was applauding with a completely neutral expression, but since she was a ghost, the gesture made no sound.
“Th-thank you… I wasn’t confident you’d take it well…”
“Oh, it’s my pleasure. It was good that it came with a lesson. Ghost stories based on fact tend to come with an air of mystery as to why things end up the way they do, which is what makes them frightening. I believe a fictional ghost story with a lot of structure like yours is best.”
This was a discussion for ghosts…
“Oh, but it’s a true story that I heard from a drowning victim.”
“Oh, there you go again. You must be joking, because that cannot—”
“No, they’re a drowning victim I know. I can bring ’em along, if you want.”
“No thank you… For some reason, I feel a chill on my back…”
Even Nahna Nahna was getting scared!
Holy crap, Rosalie?!
“But I am certain Her Majesty was satisfied with Miss Rosalie’s story. That was the skill of a platinum-level ghost-story weaver.”
I didn’t really understand the standards of these ghost-story weavers, but I guess it was amazing somehow.
“Your Majesty, don’t forget your honor as a ghost. You mustn’t fall behind— Your Majesty?” Nahna Nahna prodded.
Muu was collapsed on the floor, her eyes glazed. Was she dead…? I mean, she had been for a while, but… This was complicated…
Nahna Nahna peered down at Muu.
“She has passed out from fear. I believe she’ll come back to us in a few moments. Please wait.”
I didn’t know what to think about the sovereign of a country of the dead collapsing from fear…
Muu finally woke up, but her complexion was paler than usual.
“That were intense… See, ghost stories that make the ghosts upset are way more intense… Ya fink you’re immune, then all of a sudden, it gets all personal…”
Now that she mentioned it, the ghosts themselves didn’t usually meet a horrible end.
“There was a certain nastiness to it—the kind ya get from the ghost stories that end all meta-like. Anyone who hears this story will die.”
Yeah, those were especially awful. Maybe not so much awful, but cowardly. Anyone would freak out if they were told they’d die after hearing something.
“Sorry, sorry. I just told you the story exactly how Deruta told it to me. It happened sixty years ago in a town just outside the royal capital.”
“Don’t add specifics to cater it more toward us! Sheesh, the game’s over already! Insurance runs are for baseball, not ghost-story weavership!”
Wait, what did sportsmanship have to do with this?!
“No more ghost stories, no more. Let’s do funny stories next… They say people live long lives if they’re laughin’ all the time!”
Was that supposed to be a joke? Or was it genuine? It was hard to tell, so I couldn’t comment on it.
“Oh hey, that’s a good idea. Let’s switch to lighter topics.”
I naturally agreed with moving on to stories that made us laugh. I liked that much better.
Laika and Halkara were hugging each other, and they both nodded.
It wasn’t an expression of love. It looked more like they’d grabbed the nearest person in terror when the candlelight went out. Anyone would want to make sure they weren’t alone.
“Humor… That is not a genre I am very good with…”
“I’m not very confident, either~”
I didn’t know about Laika, but Halkara could definitely pull this off if she talked about her family back in her hometown.
Maybe I should use a story I’d heard in my previous life in Japan again.
I had a feeling, though, that they’d just say they always hear that kind of story, like before… Still, it was better than saying nothing at all. Right, I should think positive.
Actually, I wondered if Rosalie could pull off a story that could make us laugh. Wasn’t she a lot worse at this than Laika? I mean, she’d been in that manor for such a long time as a ghost…
“A funny story? I have one of those!”
Oh, guess she doesn’t see it as a problem at least.
“I have a great story I heard before from another ghost!”
“No more stories from ghosts!” Muu interjected. “Seriously, enough! Just hearin’ ya say that word freaks me out… We’re over! This is canceled!”
The queen forcefully shut her down……
“Your Majesty, you are quite cowardly. It is not very fitting for a sovereign.”
Nahna Nahna must’ve thought she’d struck gold teasing her…
“Leave me alone! I’m just scared, okay…?”
“Then how will you offer everyone hospitality? A queen must entertain her guests. As you are now, you are simply a selfish ghost.”
Wow, that was disparaging!
“…All right, we’ll have a gem-o’-the-crimson-devil party. I’ll treat ’em to that!”
That’s—takoyaki!
“It’s sooo good. You pop it in yer mouth when it’s steamin’ hot, an’ you gotta breathe around it when it feels like it’s gonna burn ya—so good~! The inside is all gooey with the springy octopus in the middle.”
That was literally takoyaki.
“Your Majesty, we should be able to get some flour, but we have no octopus. We cannot have this party.”
“Then put somefin’ else in that’ll work! What about kraken? Fried kraken’s mint! Ya dissolve the flour, put in some chopped kraken, then fry it all at once on a hot metal plate!”
She changed it into ikayaki this time!
“Your Majesty, we do not have any kraken. Obviously. It’s time to give up.”
They were nowhere near the ocean, so of course they didn’t have any.
“No! I’m not givin’ up! I’m gonna make somefin’ for ’em!”
“No. Give up.”
“Miss Nahna Nahna, you’re starting to sound too firm and casual! Please be a little more polite with her!”
After that, Muu and Nahna Nahna fought for a little while longer—and we finally got to put on something that was kind of like a takoyaki party.
They didn’t have octopus, so we used meat from other animals in the “gems o’ the crimson devil.” There were boars and deer in the forest, after all.
“Well? Is it good? It has to be! I can’t eat it myself, so I dunno how it tastes!”
That’s right—Muu was kind of like an undead in that way, and Nahna Nahna was a complete ghost, so we were the only ones who could taste the dish.
“It’s really good! Thank you!”
“Yes, I could eat a hundred of these.” Laika was laying it on really thick there… She wasn’t going to actually eat a hundred of them, surely…
“Eating good food is always better than scary stories.”
I’d heard that when people prepare takoyaki at home, they make variants with ham or cheese inside—this must be how that felt.
Even Rosalie, who unfortunately couldn’t eat, kept chatting with Muu about ghost things.
I was glad everyone seemed to be having a good time.
“Thank you, Miss Azusa.”
Nahna Nahna came beside me. She was so close, she overlapped me a bit…
“Her Majesty does not have many friends, so it is always a great relief when you come to see her.”
Nahna Nahna briefly bowed in thanks. She was always so diligent in her care of the queen.
“Yeah, I was thinking about coming more in the future for Rosalie’s sake, too. I actually think I should even bring the whole family along.”
Right now, everyone was thoroughly enjoying their time in the country of poltergeists.
One of us, though, was having some difficulty.
Halkara’s eyes were brimming with tears, and her hand was pressed to her mouth.
Did the takoyaki (-like thing) not agree with her?
“It’s so hot on the inside, my mouth is bur-hing…”
“Oh yeah… Eat it carefully, okay…?”
Always blow on takoyaki before eating.
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