The door to the balcony had opened at some unknown point, and the evening breeze stirred the curtains. In the darkness, a shimmering silver figure flickered faintly.
"Your Majesty?"
The silver figure spoke in Maria's voice: "Are you alright?"
Even Napoleon, with his renowned composure, felt his hand tremble slightly. Anyone would feel fear in such an unsettling situation, especially when you are aware of the existence of 'ghosts' in this world.
"Your Majesty... Why won't you answer me?"
The silver figure stepped into the room and approached Napoleon with a hint of sorrow. "Is it because I've changed my appearance that you no longer recognize me?"
"You..." Napoleon finally spoke: "Are you Maria?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. I have returned."
The silver figure squirmed, forming a beautifully seductive face, followed by an alluring body and a slender waist...
