Seven leaned forward, squinting his eyes at the window.

“N-no…” Lilia cried weakly, her breath refusing to settle. “Don’t look…”

“Lilia…”

It showed a picture of two little girls. One had a clean well kept short blue hair. Her stature was so small, her limbs so thin. Her pale skin told of her relationship with the sun. The blue haired little Zesionien looked so frail it wouldn’t be unbelievable for her to fall from a single breath, however despite everything her thin smile and the light in her eyes showed the hope and determination.

Seven recognized the girl. She was Lilia’s late friend and the ghost sharing his body. Though she had small dark brown horns on her head instead of the cat ears he’d grown familiar with, Seven recognized Iris almost immediately. But the girl beside her, he hesitated to ask.

“Lilia… who are these two?” He asked, looking behind him.

Lilia had recovered from his attack and was now covering her face with both hands. She was too embarrassed to look him in the