A hint of sarcasm laced the tone. Kisegawa wasn’t sure she understood even then, and could barely hide her displeasure at the thought.
Then she realised. Belief in people to that degree was.. tenuous. It had grown ever more shaky after the incident.
Any people she could claim to have loved, besides those in her system were effectively… gone.
The thought hung so uncomfortably among the three, that their thinking space felt like it was frozen.
“Speaking of belief.. as I understand it, you are of the Kh’urainese religion, right?” She twiddled with her fan in contemplation. “..I have a feeling I recognise those beads from a.. friend of our Shisho’s, many years back.”
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
❝!– Why, yes, of course. I am the humble servant of the Holy Mother, Madam Kisegawa.❞
Nahyuta smiled, looking over his beaded necklace he wore since his training from a few years ago (which he breaks with an overstretchable force from pulling.). Of course, his heart felt pity to the performer, silently praying to the Holy Mother for his soul to be good in the Twilight Realm.
❝………. Your Shisho was a good man. I prayed to the Holy Mother his soul is to be watched by her strength. That I can tell you this…❞
Aw. He didn’t get it. That was just a mite disappointing. A small part of them wanted to annoy him a little, as that was often useful in cheering people up.
..Not that he needed it of course, but the rakugo artist was already ‘in gear’ for their audience.
With that, Kisegawa, who had been watching with mild confusion, pushed the other two back.
“You know Prosecutor… I never understood this sorta.. fluff. Maybe it’s because we aren’t suited to those kind of stories, or something.” She snorted lightly into her fan.
“…Well, Patches certainly isn’t.”
“H-hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!”
“We nailed that mystery story after the trial, didn’t we? Isn’t this the same thing in principle?”
Not even remotely, she muttered from the backstage.
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
He chuckled once again. What a swift switch of personalities he can do! The monk is certainly impressed, his smile brightened the whole room.
❝Ms. Kisegawa, isn’t it? I’ve been reading this novel since last night. I first never understood why Ms. Skye was crying, but it’s a wonderful novel. Love comes in all forms. As a humble servant to the Holy Mother, it is the belief I’ll always seek.❞
“Ohhhh is that all it was, Prosecutor? Whew, what a relief.”
And here they were being a bit worried for the man. But romance novels? How unexpected.
“Well, whatever floats your ship I guess. ..Just try not to cry a river over it.”
Kisegawa had to restrain from rubbing their collective temples after that one.
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
Ahh, to see his personalities again brings Nahyuta a smile. The monk had always wanted to see a rakugo performace from him, especially since he knew of his disorder.
❝Heh heh. Of course I wouldn’t, Mr. Toneido. I would not cry too much over such small things. But instead, I will pray for their pity souls for their devoted love for each other.❞
Your muse catches mine crying. Send ♦ for my muse’s reaction.
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
❝*sniff* I-I apologize. This wonderful romantic novel… It’s too beautiful.❞
He wiped his tear from his cheek, getting the handkerchief from his pocket. He understood why Detective Skye rambled on about this novel, so he thought he can give it a read.
