Serals gazed at the crimson rose blooming on the bedsheet, his hand trembling slightly.
He knew he had done it.
The rose had been stained with the blood of a beautiful girl.
He had killed her.
Serals desperately wished it were all a nightmare.
But he knew it wasn't.
In a daze, Serals closed the door behind him.
Then, early the next morning, he ran into the lively girl again at the turn of the stairs.
A faintly reproachful smile appeared on her face. She showed off her cute little fangs and said cheerfully:
"That really hurt, you know. Couldn't you have gone a little easier on me?"
The girl who had come back from the dead spoke these teasing words.
And so Serals's ordinary daily life was shattered...
[Original title: The Gospel of Roses]
