The ancient mansion, surrounded by high walls, resembled a castle of an ancient general.
Fujiwara Reya stepped out of the car and walked towards the main entrance with an air of leisure, as if he were the owner here, intending to preside over the ritual. Following beside him, Kitahara Takashi looked like his secretary.
A faint female voice could be heard from the front door, drawing the attention of the men, all guessing his identity.
A white shirt, navy blue sweatpants, white tennis shoes.
Simple and tidy attire on him exuded a special charm, causing many women to frequently glance his way with wild fantasies in their minds.
Walking to the entrance, Kitahara Takashi announced their identities, leading Fujiwara Reya inside without obstruction. As they walked along the corridor, they brushed past many tall men in black suits wearing sunglasses, and numerous women in kimonos.
Fujiwara Reya walked under the eaves with a casual and relaxed expression.
