The silhouettes flying around the room, eating the carefully prepared food, were none other than the resident ghosts.

They were the mob of wandering ghosts that had submitted to Flone.

Strictly speaking, it was their home that was forcibly snatched away, but they currently seemed to be somewhat satisfied with their new lives.

It was largely because Kim Hannah had accepted Flone’s request and set aside a place for them to reside in.

Not only were memorial stones erected for each of them, but a pretty female Priest was assigned to visit them every so often to burn incense, sincerely pray, and give them offerings of delicious food. How could their hearts not be at ease?

In fact, their living conditions had vastly improved compared to the deserted house they had lived in before.

Of course, this did not mean that they were entirely without worries.

The mob of ghosts that were enjoying themselves suddenly froze— they felt the presence of an enormous evil spirit rapidly approaching.

Resentment that made even the vengeful spirits tremble in fear swamped the area. It was such a terrible amount of evil that the collective sum of all the resentment residing in the room was like holding a candle to the sun.

The ghosts came to their senses a beat later and attempted to frantically move. However…

[Oh?]

It was only after Flone had already entered the room.

[Well, will you look at the state of this room.]

The ghosts hastily positioned...