This kind of gaze didn't match Aunt's temperament, but that's just how she was, and Fujiwara Reya inexplicably felt ashamed.
"I say, did you... use Mrs. Tanemura to create a Shikigami Binding Spirit, just like Aunt Risa transformed from an ordinary person into a Snow Woman..." His words were spoken as if each one was being forced out, with a weight as heavy as a football filled with iron...
Natsuki Kuri's accusatory look faded, replaced by a smile.
"Do you want to know why?" she asked.
"I do."
"Go and hold Fukaeri."
"?"
Fujiwara Reya and Kasahara Fumi both had question marks popping up over their heads.
"Be a good boy," Natsuki Kuri enjoyed the sensation of her fingers touching the boy's skin, and his momentary, undisguisable concern, "Fukaeri knows everything, so either you pry open her mouth, or you hold her and listen to what I have to say."
"Sister Fukaeri, can you tell me?" Fujiwara Reya turned to ask.
