"Miss, if borrowing a corpse to resurrect were so easy, I would have swapped for a handsome, young body long ago."
After Mr. Ghost Hayes said that, he stared at Purple Summers with a grin, as if looking at his greatest accomplishment, making tsk-tsk noises nonstop.
"Fate... This kind of thing, it relies too much on fate..." Mr. Ghost Hayes lamented.
Purple Summers felt a mix of emotions.
Originally full of questions, she now found herself not wanting to ask anything upon looking at Mr. Ghost Hayes.
It really felt... as though even if she did ask, he might not know the answers and might just babble nonsense to hoodwink her.
...
When it was nearly noon, Alexander Summers returned.
Mr. Ghost Hayes seemed quite wary of him, hiding in his own room without showing his face, but Alexander was in a good mood and didn't bother looking for him.
Purple Summers asked Alexander what the news was all about.