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²Epilogue

'Oh my gosh.'

Annabelle opened her mouth wide and looked at Ian.

'...Annabelle Nadit? Perhaps...'

Under various circumstances, he must have been drunk now.

'I should have known from the moment Leslie said that the Duke would drink alcohol today...'

Just by looking at it, it seems that he and Braden drank strong alcohol and this shape came to be.

"...Ghost? Me?"

Annabelle, sullen, walked over to him with a sigh of relief.

"Ian, I..."

"Also."

Ian, utterly intoxicated, was scrutinizing her with his sharp eyes, reinforcing her own reasoning.

"Your movements are so agile compared to when you were alive."

"..."

Ian must have known very well about Annabelle for a long time to be able to grasp at once that she was different from before with just one step.

Annabelle was so stunned that there was no time for her to say anything, and Ian looked at her boldly and said:

"Hit me."

"...What?"

It was a spectacle to see him sitting upright on the bed with his chest open even while drunk. Ian continued speaking more seriously.

"If that's the only way you can go to the underworld comfortably, you can hit me without worries."

"Really?"

"Yes. After all, in this lifetime, even if we fight for a hundred days, you will not be able to defeat me."

"..."

After losing the friendly match, he was so proud to say such a thing that it almost made her laugh.

"How many times did I advise you to give up, but why didn't you listen? After all, the only thing left in your short life is your obsession with me."

Of course, it was only the first part that made her laugh.

Annabelle's eyes narrowed as the constant pouring of words, like listening to a moral book, he continued after that.

"But if you have the tenacity to come here even after you die, I'd rather welcome you, so beat me up and live happily in the next life."

Indeed, it was too common sense to say that in front of the ghost, and that was why it was so unfortunate.

Annabelle decided that she would enjoy it rather than avoid this outrageous situation.

Because she came up with a way to make this situation interesting.

"Well... Actually, I think you need to do something else so I can leave comfortably."

She smiled and walked over to Ian and sat down next to him.

Ian flinched and tried to avoid her, but she took his hand gently.

"Actually, Ian... I liked you..."

"...What?"

Ian's red eyes flashed with surprise. At the same time, his ears were red in an instant. 

'Look at this, this, you don't even take your hand away...'

It was clear that he had gone back to the old days, seeing that he clearly ignored her skills by calling her 'Annabelle Nadit'.

'His breath is trembling...'