Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!-Chapter 1339: Snowman

Maybe her father was somewhere out there… Still alive, unlike Nyx's "other mother" who gave up her life and magic for a last-ditch effort to protect her little egg.

"I mean, maybe your daddy's alive out there!" Nyx said. "You don't really know he's dead, right?"

"Uuhh… Yeah… I dunno," Francis nodded. "But the snowman… I'm still building it! Maybe he'll show up! W-We don't know yet…! I have to try! It's my dream, so I get to decide!"

"Aah… Okay then," Nyx nodded, sighing. "I think I'm done with mine!"

Nyx showed her snowman to Francis, surprising the little black-haired girl, as she readjusted her glasses to see the enormous creature made of snow Nyx made.

It was at least four meters tall, a beautiful dragon made of snow and ice, with wings, tail, four arms, claws, a detailed head, long neck, horns, scales, everything!

"Ooh, it's huge!" Francis said. "I'm still missing a proper pair of legs for mine… Aah, I can't compare to your skills, Nyx. You're a good snow sculptor."

"You think so? Heheh, let me help you with yours then!" Said Nyx, giggling around, walking towards Francis and helping her out.

As the two girls played with the snow, after a few minutes, they were done.

"Wow, dad's big!" Francis said, looking at her father's snowman.

It looked like a muscular snowman, with big arms and legs, a puffy chest, and a tiny head with a small branch as the nose, and two rocks as eyes.

"He seems good enough I think!" Nyx nodded.

"Okay, now what?" Francis wondered. "Do we wait or something?"

"Eh?! But weren't you the one with the idea!" Nyx complained.

"A-Ah… But I don't know what's next," Francis sighed.

"Well, what happened in the fairy tale you read?" Nyx asked her.

"Hmmm…"

Francis rubbed her little chin adorably, while thinking about it.

"Ah! The boy put clothes on the snowman, his dad's clothes!" Francis nodded, crossing her arms cutely.

"Huh, but do you have any?" Nyx asked her.

"Hmmm… Nope, not here…" Francis sighed. "But… Wait! If this is a dream then… I can just imagine it!"

"I don't think that's how its going to work…" Said Nyx. "This is a Dream Realm or something but not the way you think it is, your real body is indeed here Francis! A-And you-"

"Nnnggh…! D-Daddy's jacket…! And shoes…! And the… the shirt! And the black hat too! And the red scarf!" Francis pointed at the snowman with her tiny hands, trying to conjure up something. "Come onnnn… Graargh!"

"It's not going to work, I already told you that-"

"Imagination… Powaaaaahhh!"

Francis screamed, as Nyx gasped, suddenly something came from Francis, it was…

It was…!

"Hic…"

"You got hiccups…"

"Hic! T-That's not what- Hic! Eek! I hate hiccups! Hic…! H-Help- Hic! Aagh!"

Francis grabbed her little head, trying to calm down but only getting worse.

Nyx glanced at her and giggled.

"Hehehe, you're funny Francis!" she giggled. "It's alright I think, you tried your best already, right? I think… This means your dad's alive somewhere!"

"Y-You think so- Hic!" Francis asked, looking a bit sad while she had her hiccup attack. "Hic… Ugh… Hic… I want to see dad again… Hic… someday…"

"I'm sure you'll find him, don't be like that," Nyx caressed her little head, kissing her forehead. "There, mama always kiss my forehead when I feel bad."

"Hmm… I don't feel any different…" Francis muttered. "It's cold in here… Should we get going somewhere else? Weren't you looking for your mom?"

"Yeah, and my friends, we should go after that signal of life I felt!" Nyx nodded. "Let's go! Aren't you feeling hungry, Francis?" She opened her Shadows, offering a chocolate bar.

"Nah, I'm fine for now," Francis said. "Mama says that I shouldn't eat too much, or I'll get fat…"

"There's no way you would get fat…!" Nyx said. "It's just chocolate! Here."

"A-Ah… Thanks," Francis started eating the chocolate bar Nyx gave to her quite quickly.

As the girls walked away, they were completely unaware that one of the Phantom Dragons left behind by Nyx walked towards the dragon snowman, glancing at it in silence.

And that Francis snowman, for some reason, now had a red scarf around its neck.

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