Michael was on his way to the feast hall when he met Raylene. She greeted Michael with a relieved sign. She was worried sick about him while he was gone.
"Master…" Raylene almost called him 'Master Ghost' as usual. Realizing he was called the Dark Lord by everyone here, she swallowed her words. She awkwardly smiled at Michael. Michael relieved the tension with a friendly hug.
"I am glad you chose to come here," said Michael.
"It's the least I can do,"
"You can call me Master Ghost as usual," Michael whispered into her ears. Michael put his arm around Raylene and walked toward the feast hall. Even from the outside, he could sense the liveliness inside. The air smelled of baked buns and roasted meat. Michael felt hungry just by taking a whiff of the air.
"Is everyone okay for you here?" Michael asked Raylene.
"I have no complaints, Master Ghost. Except for the weather, it's always dark and gloomy here,"
Michael chuckled.
