"Achoo!"
"What's wrong, Marybelle?"
Rhode turned around and asked. Marybelle rubbed her nose gently and cocked her head in doubt.
"I don't know… Your Majesty. My nose suddenly feels itchy… how strange."
No wonder Marybelle was puzzled. She had abandoned her body and concluded a contract with Rhode in her spiritual form, so logically speaking, she couldn't possibly be sick. In fact, she didn't have any sign of illnesses. She merely felt an itch on her nose and couldn't help but let out a sneeze.
"Oh-no, Big Sister Marybelle, someone must be talking behind your back."