"Come here, come."
Leon glanced at the spirits possessing the female medium but, finding no familiar ones, skipped the pleasantries and beckoned the woman who had instinctively started to retreat.
"Sign this for me, once you're done, head back quickly. You're dead, so stop frequenting the living world, got it?"
"O... Okay..."
Seeing that terrifying face known to every soul in the Realm of the Dead, the ancient spirits summoned by the Summoning Secret Skill hastily picked a representative. Using the female medium's body, it shakily signed its name on the society application form.
"Something's not right?"
Looking at the name on the application form and then at the medium's fairly delicate face, Leon frowned:
"She's named Hans?"
"N... No..."
As the fearsome Food God frowned, seemingly dissatisfied, the "female medium" quickly shook her head, worried about being eaten:
"It's me, I was called Hans when I was alive!"
...
Why are you signing it? I need her signature!
