Fujino had no intention of judging anyone morally.
After all, moral condemnation could never compare to physical condemnation.
This was a truth passed down by the ancestors, and Fujino agreed with it wholeheartedly.
So, he could not be bothered to do that. If he really wanted to judge someone, he would just physically judge them.
After all, anything that could truly make him angry would start at zero frames.
Soul Entwined Wind and Cloud.
Whatever nonsense they were babbling, they could all just die.
Unfortunately, this matter had nothing to do with him.
Glancing at Ayaka Ryubi, who seemed to feel so guilty that she might go use Purple Clay the next second, Fujino smacked his lips.
Then, he calmly said, "Tomorrow morning, gather everyone who knows about this and bring them to me..."
"After this, whoever it is will definitely continue trying to kill you."
"I don't know why they did not attack you directly, but there is no mistake about the current situation."
As Fujino spoke, he took out a sheet of paper, wrote down his phone number, and handed it to her. "This is my number. Call me if anything happens."
"I understand..."
Fujino returned to the Torita family home.
Because it was an old-fashioned Japanese-style house, the entrance corridor outside was separated from the room by only an Oil Paper Door. Fujino pushed the door open.
Hakuba Saguru had changed into pajamas and was lying under the covers with one hand propping up his head.
"You're back?"
"I laid out the bedding for you..."
"So? Did you find anything out?"
Looking at Hakuba Saguru's current pose, Fujino inexplicably got the feeling of a married woman.
Then he remembered that this guy had studied abroad in England for so long.
A chill ran through his heart...