"What happens next, Daddy?"
At the breakfast table in the De Fuli family, De Fuli's daughter stared with wide, watery eyes at her father.
"The rest of the story... I have forgotten."
De Fuli touched his slightly receding hairline and answered hesitantly, "It seems like a story I dreamed of last night, but also like a fairy tale I heard when I was a child..."
Somehow, after remembering this fairy tale, he had a strong desire to share it.
"Dear, I've heard this story too."
His wife showed a slightly puzzled expression and used a spatula to put the fried egg from the pan onto the plate. "In the end... it seems that the Earl used his wisdom to defeat the gourmet and the Blood Clothes Man, found the Witch Leader, reclaimed his treasure, and continued to live a happy and blissful life."
"How did he defeat the Witch Leader who knows witchcraft?" The daughter became more curious. "Mom, the stories at school are always half-told, and they are all naughty ghosts!"
