The black irises in his slit eyes were both beautiful and frightening. He narrowed those eyes at Kusamakura who had reflexively taken a step back.
“Not only is today our procession, and the human festival&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;I heard an amusing story as well. It truly is a good night.”
“&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;it’s just one thing after another.”
Unfortunately, this had been the worst day of his life. The man in front of him let out a sigh when Kusamakura once again lowered his head with a heavy heart.
“Haa&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;you didn’t know you didn’t have a face until now? Pft, haha.”
Aah, hilarious. Being laughed at by Misura made his cheeks instantly burn. Shunshou must have exposed him. Even though he didn’t think of him as a friend, he felt betrayed. Feeling that way made him realize he trusted him more than he thought. He should have told him it was none of his business, and turn around to leave, but Kusamakura was unable to move from that spot, as if his feet had taken root there on the ground. It felt as though something heavy was sinking in his chest, it was suffocating. His lips struggled to move.
“I-I don’t know what Shunshou was talking about.”
“Huh?”
Misura tilted his head to interrupt Kusamakura who was trying to come up with excuses as he played dumb.