Duanmu Huai and the others continued toward the depths of the house.
After reading the diary, everyone was in a rather poor mood.
Yellow Hair, however, worked hard to come up with topics, trying to improve the gloomy atmosphere.
After all, being this gloomy in a place like this was practically the same as being haunted.
"Come to think of it, we know what happened here now, but we still don't know why we had to sleep here when we turned sixteen, do we?
"And why didn't our great-great-grandfather flatten this house back then? Why did he keep it?"
"We'll probably have to find your great-great-grandfather's diary to know the answer.
"Did your great-great-grandfather write a diary?"
"Then... I don't know."
Faced with Duanmu Huai's sarcasm, Yellow Hair had nothing to say.
The gal, however, looked at Yellow Hair curiously.
"Speaking of which, you spent your sixteenth birthday here too, didn't you?
"Didn't you notice anything strange?"
"No."
Yellow Hair shook his head.
"I drank the day before, then collapsed into bed and slept until the next day.
"If Granny Mikawa hadn't dragged me out of bed, I wouldn't have made it to the chapel in time.
"Other than that, I didn't feel that anything was especially strange."
"Sixteen? Drinking?"
"Uh..."
Yellow Hair gave an awkward laugh.
"I never really liked following those boring rules anyway..."
"They are pretty boring."
Duanmu Huai nodded as well.
He found the laws prohibiting minors from drinking in foreign countries baffling. Sure, children shouldn't drink, but could laws really stop them? People like Yellow Hair still secretly smoked and drank, didn't they?
In contrast, in the world he had originally lived in, the law didn't regulate this sort of thing. It wasn't as if children were forbidden from buying cigarettes or alcohol, yet situations