Dennise's soul had been controlled by the offspring of "Rondo".
Her body had been eyed by something unknown.
How in demand was she?
Almost instinctively, Jason twitched his nostrils.
Unfortunately...
There was absolutely no scent of food.
Then, Jason scrutinized Dennise with a discerning gaze.
And Dennise?
Completely oblivious, she laughed excitedly, dancing and prancing in circles as if... she was a runaway Siberian Husky.
Not only silly, but also insane.
What could be special about such a Husky girl?
Jason couldn't help but question himself.
Could I be wrong?
A doubtful Jason took the initiative to speak.
"Do you have any special experiences?"
Jason asked.
"Special experiences?"
"Being hit by a carriage when I was young, falling into a water pit, being bitten by a dog, does that count?"
"Several times!"
Dennise answered thoughtfully after some consideration.
"Aside from that."
"I mean any contact with the Mystical Side."
