But the problem is...
Don't overlay this kind of "motherly love" onto me!
Kamiyagawa turned his head helplessly.
Beside him, that figure in the purple and white juban was still sitting dignifiedly, cold and elegant.
Her fair, cold, and beautiful face was reflected in the fragrance and fallen petals, with a few strands of black hair inadvertently falling beside her cheeks, adding a touch of gentleness. The long lashes above her slightly unveiled eyes trembled, bringing with them a peculiar sense of detachment and insight.
Noticing Kamiya's gaze, Hannya's eyes finally revealed a vivid sparkle that belonged to a young girl as she gently turned over the hand held by Kamiya. Fingers interlocked, everything seemed natural.
"The Ghost Tribe recently made a strange request of you, right?"
"Uh, that did happen."
Kamiya did not deny this.
Anyway, Hannya would know about it sooner or later.
Recently, Hannya had been staying at the Shrine due to her ascension to deity status.
