Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

Wisping through the cave wall was a large yellowish ghost that became more visible as it floated towards Forallei and hovered next to her.

Sat on its lap like a throne and her head leaning on her own gloved hand was the spirit-mage they had met prior. The frills of her fanciful gown of yellows and deep blues drifted beneath the ghost she so comfortably lounged on to one side.

"What has you up in a tizzy?" the blasé voice asked of the four-armed woman. Her silverish-violet hair tumbled to the side her head dipped to, and she raised her chin by the bare minimum amount so that the brim of her opulent hat did not obstruct her view. "Ah."

Jotou put on a wider smile with her lips still shut till she spoke, "Ceridwen~ It’s rude of you to leave in the middle of a conversation you know," Jotou played with an accent to match Ceridwen’s.

Ceridwen’s pupils alone shifted to glance at Forallei, "Did I not forewarn that this outcome was possible?"

"Aww, you think of me~? That’s so sweet," Jotou’s voice went a little higher as she leaned against the railing. She watched the runes carved into Ceridwen’s porcelain-like skin glow and dim over and over.

"You are perturbed by this one’s game?" Ceridwen almost sounded disappointed—the comment directed at the other while ignoring the blonde. "She is a fascinating specimen, I admit, however," she cared not to finish her sentence.

"I am well aware of her ploy, do you take me to be that daft?" Forallei glared.

"Well, ’my ploy’ is to tell the truth really. I don’t get the whole cult thing, seems like a power trip and in all honesty, you’ve just not tried to convince me beyond, worship you. Isn’t there like a, I don’t know, a scripture or somethin’?" Jotou budded in.

"The circus has come; you behold now Ceridwen, this afternoon’s entertainment. I merely am motivated to kill the clown," Forallei’s gaze stared down at the blonde who gave a small wave. "If one is here, the colony is nearby."

"I leave that to the prince’s perusal," Ceridwen yawned and fell back into her ghost-sofa more. Her head lolled to the side towards Jotou, "You do not shriek at me; I prefer this tone. Perhaps the former agreement of my own wishful thinking could be fulfilled as well?"

’The prince?’ "Hmm, you’re extremely beautiful that I might be inclined to bow down in worship, but I’m sorry to deny your request~" Jotou giggled.