Minamoto Tamako's mind exploded with a buzz.
The speaker, the blue-robed believer from before, was still sharp with his words, making Minamoto Tamako feel for the first time that her life was over.
When her mom had read her letters in front of her, it hadn't been this socially crushing. This feeling was like a full-body tingling paralysis, blood rushing backward and pounding against her forehead, her brain wishing her body would just drop dead on the spot.
"Oh? Is there more to this?"
Fushimi Roku got interested, put down his chopsticks, leaned forward, and asked seriously, "What else did she say?"
The other person followed suit by putting down their wine glass, spitting out Minamoto Tamako's exact words, mostly about the details of Fushimi Roku's daily life:
