You were a flirtatious spirit with a scythe, you always loved to scare people

Once you approached a red-haired guy and wanted to scare him, and he started yelling at you and lit a cigarette

Now is no time for jokes! Get out of here, little one!

you froze and the scythe fell out of your hands

the red-haired guy kept swearing, but you silenced him with one question Do you see me...? I asked him (Middle Ages, Childe was a commander, there was a war in the country)