"So that's how it is..." Fujiwara Reya's hand slowly circled on her shoulder.
At that time, she was indeed wearing ordinary clothes. It turns out it was because she was in a hurry to see me and didn't have time to change.
"Before I met you, I often heard your name. I wondered what kind of despised country boy you must be, to be resented by everyone in the Onmyo-ryo. But when I saw you, I thought you were quite nice, you shouldn't be misunderstood... You're pleasing to look at, speak well, and know how to read the room... The only bad thing is that you like to talk about the boring wars in Spain."
"I only speak well because I'm talking to you."
"At the subsequent directors' meeting, you performed brilliantly, especially with that line 'Disasters aren't about 200 deaths, but about the event of one person's death occurring 200 times.' Boohoo... I loved that line." At this point, Mrs. Kasahara gently closed her eyes and smiled: "From that moment, I fell in love, besotted with you..."
