“I was worried I’d let go. At least I don’t get tired and my hands don’t get slippery. Last time I tried that, I destroyed a table and part of the floor.”

He looked around anxiously, checking the stone floor and coffins for damage. Cara shook her head.

“You’re too modest. That’s…that’s impressive.”

She inspected the [Knight] with newfound respect. He might be from another world, but she felt that she was looking at someone at the top of their craft, even if that craft was swinging a sword. He demurred, again.

“I’m no [Blademaster]. As I said, they have all kinds of sword tricks. I once saw a man throw a sword up so it spun in an arc, like…”

“A boomerang?”

“I have no idea what that is. Let’s say yes. And it had such rotation that it took half a minute to fall.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Not with Skills. You see, there are all kinds of synergies. Why, I have indeed seen experts in the blades perform all kinds of odd tricks. Like a Named Adventurer who could throw up a dagger, leap, and use it as a foothold in the air to fight on. He could hop from dagger to dagger before they even hit the ground.”

“You’re making that up.”

“I’m a ghost, Miss Cara. Is it so hard to believe?”

Since he’d shown her his sword trick, it was her turn to perform. And that was actually harder than she’d thought because Cara didn’t want to use up her phone’s charge.

“Can you not sing by yourself?”

Ser Dalius had requested another song, eager to hear more music. His face fell as he hovered next to her, having seemingly decided walking was too much work. Cara, who would have gladly joined him, made a face.

“Most songs have accompaniment. I can do it—but it’s not as good. What about—a dance?”

“…I suppose that would be appropriate.”

He murmured, trying to hide his clear disappointment. But Cara’s voice was already nearing hoarse from all the talking and dry tomb air.

Then came the question of what dance. Because dancing by yourself in an empty tomb with a ghost watching was hard enough. He might laugh if she performed a dance move from her world. They had too far to go, anyways. Cara didn’t want to tire herself out…

And then she had it. The [Actress] blinked. And then smiled. She fumbled for her iPhone.

“Hold on. I’ll play a song while I do a…dance.”

“I thought you had to save its mana? Power?”

Ser Dalius looked concerned. Cara waved that off.

“The performance matters more! It’s just one song.”

“Well then. Will you sing?”

He sat on a coffin and didn’t quite notice that his bottom went halfway through the lid. Cara decided not to point this out. She smiled.