It really was an openly conflicted mess.
Perhaps because she had bottled things up for too long, Chie Kisaragi did not strictly follow the principle that a fortune-teller should speak sparingly.
She did not even care that the person across from her was hardly a good man, directly sharing even private matters from the boudoir.
Though Fu Qian could understand the contradictions in her account, he could not help but sigh.
Strictly speaking, Kanna Kisaragi truly qualified as someone gifted in the realm of the supernatural.
Unfortunately, as an ordinary family, the Kisaragis had been far too fragile in the face of that gift, easily torn to the brink of collapse.
Even the life they had barely managed to patch back together afterward had long since become unrecognizable beneath the surface.
But that was where human greed, anger, and delusion lay. Even if everything had become unrecognizable, even if what she held in her arms was nothing more than a completely hollow shell, Chie Kisaragi still wanted to be the caretaker of that former home's grave.
"In any case, if you want to find her, you might need to come back after dark."
Chie Kisaragi's professionalism was on display as well. After venting, she decisively summarized the core of her answer, indicating that Fu Qian had arrived a step too late.
"Then forget it. I was only asking out of courtesy."
Yet the answer he gave the next moment left her unsure how to react.
"Isn't that how old acquaintances greet each other? Ask how the family's doing, and if that doesn't work, talk about the weather or something."
Fu Qian looked as though he saw nothing inappropriate in what he had said. Instead, he found Chie Kisaragi's stiff expression rather strange.
"I haven't even started asking what I