If an ordinary person held a head in their hands and suddenly heard a voice speaking from it, they would probably scream and throw the head away.
But Kamiyagawa had weathered many storms and seen many things.
Although surprised and puzzled, his reaction was merely to pinch Lady Taki-Yasha's cheeks and lift the head a little higher, bringing it closer to inspect.
He saw Lady Taki-Yasha's head shake a few times, and the sensation of her facial skin transmitted to Kamiyagawa's palm still retained a bit of cold resilience.
She seemed to want to break free from Kamiya's palm, to which he very cooperatively let go.
Lady Taki-Yasha fell straight towards the ground, but before hitting the surface, black strands of cursed thread surged from her neck wound, intertwining and merging into a shape resembling plant roots, anchoring into the soil.
