"Your body gives off a pleasant scent, like lemon cake..."
Bartlett slowly extended his left hand towards the sword at his waist again, wondering why Little Eve would say such a thing. Was it just a girl's innocent muttering, or was it the greed of the dead clouding her reason?
Bartlett had no way of knowing.
But just as his left hand touched the hilt, he noticed that Little Eve's ghost had suddenly left his arm and flown into midair.
"Haha, big uncle, you're scared!" The pale blue wraith emitted a childlike laugh and circled Bartlett again and again, just like the ghost named Pamela.
However, Pamela's ghost had shown confusion that gradually turned to hatred in her eyes as she circled Bartlett, while the young girl's wraith in front of him wore a mischievous smile the whole time.
