There was a faint noise at the foot of the mountain.

It knew that it was time to sweep the grave again.

Then the girl...is coming too.

......

I noticed the faint expectation in my heart, and the grimace froze.

It just...after all, the girl gave it a gift... The other party is so thoughtful, it is not too cold, right?

It is rare to meet a human who can see it but is not afraid of it...

This human also gave it a gift, and it was a little more enthusiastic and communicative.

Many thoughts instantly changed into the tomb ghost's mind.

Then, it felt that its spirit was smooth.

That's right.

That human should be glad that she was the first human to give it a gift, otherwise it would not have run to this cemetery at this time of year... waiting for her.

......

But, will it be a little too positive?

Or wait for the girl to call it again?

no.

The tomb ghost shook his head.

After the last time, the girl probably won't call it.

Then we will be bullied by humans who cannot see it again.

Ah, really.

The tomb ghost was a little angry.

Forget it if those humans themselves can’t see it, how do they know that others can’t see it?

It wishes to appear under their noses and let those righteous and harsh humans know what is the truth.

Not seeing it does not mean it does not exist.

However, if you can't see it, it doesn't make any sense even if it exists, right?

The tomb ghost felt that he had used his brain a little too much.

It shook its head.

What do you want to do with these things?

available-

The tomb ghost forgot what to say next.

It raised its eyes.

A group of humans came in its direction.

Then, it met a pair of big black eyes that blinked at it.

There was a clear smile and a faint cunning in his eyes.

It also laughed.

Girl, here.

......

The girl comes to visit the graves with her family every year.

The tomb ghost and the girl just smiled at each other every time.

The tomb ghost watched the girl sweeping the grave quietly.

There is one more small flower basket in front of the tombstone.

The girl also made another small flower basket for it.

There are still dried flowers in the sky.

Because of my mother, the girl’s favorite is the stars.

Stars of all colors.

This time, the small flower basket is a little more refined than the small flower basket I gave it for the first time.

Obviously, girls' skills are improving.

......

When we meet once a year, there is no more communication between each person and a demon.

However, the tacit understanding between them is slowly growing.

Over the years, they have become as close as old friends.

It does not require too much language, and often one look or action can understand the other person's thoughts.

The tomb ghost thought that such days would last.

Until the girl leaves forever.

But, it was wrong.

......

It is the grave-sweeping season again, and it sits on the tombstone.

The drizzle of rain tilts and sways with the wind.

The green flame above its head is surging and unaffected by the rain.

It looked up at the sky.

The sky is a bit obscure.

There is a faint light coming from the thick clouds around them.

It knows.

When the rain stops, the sun will come out.

......

The tomb ghost hummed a tune similar to a song in his mouth.

This is the tune it learned from birds who are always frightened by the movements it makes on purpose.

Because I have heard too much.

After all, the scene of large birds rushing to fly into the sky is quite shocking.

It finds interesting, and it always scares the birds intentionally or unintentionally.

For a while, it was too much, and the birds in the nearby forests hid.

Or left.
Chapter completed!