When the front door opened, no one realized the seriousness of the situation.
Kujo Hikari switched the surveillance screen. Living in a great mansion has its perks— all the surveillance lines are interconnected, except of course for the private areas inside the residence.
He poured himself a glass of red wine, reclined on the sofa, and watched with a smile as the security guards surrounded Fushimi Roku.
Too bad, if only there was a communication line, he could still mock him a bit more...
Kujo Hikari sipped his wine, savoring the aroma lingering in his mouth, squinting his eyes to relish the pleasure of revenge. He couldn't wait to see Fushimi Roku beaten, preferably beaten to his knees, begging the security guards in the dogeza style to let him in to see Minamoto Tamako...
When the first security guard fell, Kujo Hikari found it amusing, oh truly amusing, struggling fiercely is indeed worth watching!
