There was a strange silence between the two. Except for the chitter chatter of the crowd.
Ishiki pondered over the name for considerable time, rolling syllables around in mind and looked at Filch who remained equally lost in contemplation.
"Hmm... so why did you ask me about that, suddenly?"
Filch met his gaze and then frowned. "Ahh... he was supposed to go hunting today. That name is on the list, but no one seems to know who that is."
Ishiki scowled. "Huh? Did the list organizer smoke some weird plants?"
Filch laughed. "There are no weird plants around. But he did write the name out of thin air."
Then, remembering something important, Ishiki narrowed his eyes and asked in haste. "And by the way, why is there a hunting party going today? Wasn't the meat supposed to last a week?"
The taller man looked at him with hint of disappointment—or perhaps despair barely contained within.
"You probably didn't hear. That beast you brought... it turned to red water."
