Kawashima Miki shivered slightly, as if ticklish.
Another gust of damp wind blew from the sea corridor eaves, and she whispered, "I have the hatred of killing my husband with you!"
"But you're just pretending," Fujiwara Reya tilted his head, watching her face that seemed like a tragic lover's, eyes closed, letting the breeze caress her, "You weren't sad about his death at all, perhaps even relieved. That's why you were so eager to approach me and begin implementing your plan to seize the Asakusa Shrine land plot."
Kawashima Miki faced the gloomy sky and nodded slowly.
After all, he'd guessed it, denying it was meaningless, if he wanted to kill or flay, he might as well get it over with.
"So then, you used an exorcism as an excuse to lure me to the Empress, trying your best to keep me there overnight." Fujiwara Reya spoke while gently stroking her hair, slightly damp from the wind, "Secretly, you had someone dismantle the Asakusa Shrine overnight, trying to force my hand."
