"Jeyne?!"
Baron Stali stared at the illusory spiritual body rising in the mirror, his face as pale as a ghost. He recognized the figure immediately—gaunt cheeks, a jaw full of stubble, hair in disarray...
It was none other than Baron Valas, who had died yesterday!
"You...how are you here?"
Baron Stali dared not move an inch, his body rigid as he stared at the mirror, his voice trembling, "You're already dead..."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the face of a woman rose beside Jeyne's spiritual body.
Miss Ginna!
Two heads, floating in mid-air, one on each side, coldly watching Baron Stali from the mirror, their dark and gloomy expressions resembling those of vengeful spirits come to claim a life...
