The farewell that reached Kidomaru's ears filled him with an inexplicable panic.
His wandering gaze immediately settled on the other man. Words rose urgently to his lips, but in the end, all he offered was a silent stare.
It had nothing to do with him.
Whatever this hateful onmyoji did, it had nothing to do with him!
Perfect. He could finally have his freedom back!
Yet the more those thoughts surged and churned, the harder it became to look away.
He was like a girl who had been dumped without warning, silently waiting for an explanation!
"Don't worry. Go enjoy the festival. None of that time will be deducted."
"Hmm, in human terms, you'd call it paid leave."
"Well? Aren't I good to you?"
At that, Kidomaru instinctively looked toward the onmyoji, who had not yet gone very far.
Having lived in human society for a while, he had some vague understanding of humanity's pursuit of money.
"Don't worry so much about how expensive a gift is. Someone who truly accepts you won't care how much it costs."
Originally, Arata had planned to rest in this small town for the night, but the news circulating among its residents made it impossible for him to stay at ease.
Fortunately, there were no outsiders around. Otherwise, such audacious remarks would surely have earned them ridicule until the following morning!
If only a handful of worshippers attend her very first festival, she'll be terribly upset, won't she?
A great demon was a great demon.
Naturally, he would neither deny nor forcibly change an obsession so deeply etched into the other's bones.
Ridiculous!
Arata withdrew the fingers he had held before Kidomaru's eyes and lightly tapped his own temple.
It felt no different from a girl having her secret teenage romance exposed by her