Stunned, Elma was speechless when she saw the resurrected Earl Taylor on the threshold of her home.
"Hello, Elma!"
"Ah-ah..."
"I'm not a ghost, what kind of reaction!?"
He entered the hall in a businesslike manner, fleetingly looking around at the simple, cozy interior.
"Why don't you live in the castle with our son? Did you have a fight?"
"No... I... I'm better off alone..." the mistress of the house rustled, blinking in confusion at the slender, tall man, whose image was very dear to her twenty years ago.
She did not hope for their meeting and that it was even possible. He stood in front of her, young and stunning, and even with black wings… Splendid!
Her heart seemed to stop, her mouth began to open helplessly, convulsively gasping for air.
"How is this... possible? Are you back? Or rose from the dust?"
