“I see now what you’ve been doing,” Kaede said as she rose to her full height. “You had better hope I make it there in time, for your sake, O’okawahara-san.” And off she went.
“Oba-sama…” Shigeru raised one hand, but it was too late. There was nothing she could do. Kaede was gone.
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“I thought so.”
Three cold words flew into the air and landed, fluttering, on the hard wooden slats of the floor. They melted like snowflakes in the middle of this Bermuda triangle, more deadly than the one of legend, where sounds and thoughts fell into a void of tension, never to be heard from again.
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The man’s frame filled the doorway. His scowl darkened the room with its ferocity. He was a monstrous presence. He was a tower of imperial authority. He was…
Doumyouji’s father..!
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