Meeting Noir’s Master
Rino was in the middle of designing a useless array just to frustrate the gods who assigned him the punishment when someone else appeared in this dimension.
Immediately, Rino threw the wheat stalk he was holding and stood on guard against the new person. She was dressed in a black medieval dress with a black veil covering her face.
"Who are you?"
The lady did not reply quickly. She turned slowly to the lich, who caught an eyeful of cleavage spilling over the bodice of her dress. However, he wasn't interested in her cup size. If anything, he was more intrigued by her skin colour. To be more precise, he wondered why she was a little translucent.
The lady chuckled and Rino concluded that she must be dead. That echo wasn't something normal people could master, and the way she glided over slowly did not seem like walking. She had to be a ghost. It was the only explanation.