"Why are you here too?"
"Of course, I wanted to see what else you're hiding from me."
"Are you satisfied now?"
"Very satisfied."
"Will you report me when we get back?"
"As long as you keep the secret, I won't mind."
"Long live understanding!"
The sky was dressed in the evening glow, and the two strolled along the lakeside, passing through the cherry blossom grove onto an elegant path.
After walking a while, they barely spoke, like a couple entering a period of ennui, Fujiwara Reya wandered aimlessly with her through the twilight-draped valley.
In the distance, rubbish left by tourists was burning, with white smoke swirling upward.
The camphor trees beside the path had intertwined branches.
The withered leaves at the tips were already suggesting the onset of autumn.
Holding Mrs. Imperial's hand, Fujiwara Reya's mind was a jumble of thoughts.
