The Asakusa Shrine in the rain carried a sweet fragrance in the air.
It was the scent of withered leaves being drenched.
In the depths of the courtyard, golden ginkgo leaves drifted gently down onto the soon-to-withered lawn. Mrs. Kasahara watched the leaves' trajectory, and mused, "Summer hasn't even been fully enjoyed yet, and now it's already autumn..."
"Autumn isn't bad either."
Fujiwara Reya had a slight smile on his lips, as if there were a hint of wine on them.
Mrs. Kasahara stole a glance at him.
This young man carried with him a kind of dangerous charisma aimed at dominating her, a kingly aura that was blinding with power. Yet she wasn't afraid at all. No matter who ruled over whom, the outcome was acceptable to her.
The Bridge Princess and Mirror Princess sat beside Fujiwara Reya and Mrs. Kasahara, respectively, and quietly filled their glasses when they were empty.
