Her cheeks were slightly flushed, making her look very intelligent and undoubtedly a lovely miko. When her favorite boy suddenly got involved with demonic power, she seemed not to notice and naturally helped her mother spread butter on the bread.
"Rinko, do you really not mind?" Mrs. Hoshimi was baffled by her daughter's attitude, not quite understanding the situation.
"Of course I mind." Hoshimi Rinko leisurely drank her lemonade, her gaze searching the blue sky, "If he doesn't kneel down and beg for forgiveness, I won't forgive him."
Mrs. Hoshimi teased, "You're too soft-hearted. That's letting him off too easily..."
The mother and daughter exchanged a glance and laughed simultaneously, continuing their breakfast, peacefully enjoying the sea breeze.
In the room next door, the Kasahara family mother and daughter were still sleeping in.
