"Is it because the people who keep the contract died in the end?"

"No, this is just our promise. Death does not make us break the promise, the agreement between us and pure blood, until the moment when our will dies."

“Promise….”

Under the wide floor-to-ceiling window, the reflection of the scarf girl looks particularly slender.

Pure moonlight.

Quaint castle.

The headless knight.

"Why should you keep that kind of thing with your life...it's boring, it's not fun..."

A series of ghosts began to float in the hall.

The eyes were calm.

The eyes are dark.

A soft look...

Just like many years ago, when the woman in front of me first entered school.

How old was she at that time?

Time flies so fast.

In the blink of an eye, he became a big girl.
Chapter completed!