Everyone looked at the president's wife, whose temperament had changed drastically, then turned to look at President Kana.
Yet President Kana, hearing those final words, frowned slightly, looking somewhat moved. "Misaki..."
Mrs. Kana closed her eyes in anguish. "After Tenma pushed him off the cliff ten years ago, I kept a close eye on the news around there, but I never saw any reports of someone drowning."
"Thinking that he might not have died at all, I lived in fear every single day." Mrs. Kana looked utterly helpless. "Until I later saw a superstar named Geralt Tenma and the lyrics to Red Passion Fantasy. Then I knew my nightmare had begun..."
Inspector Megure sighed as he listened. He was about to comfort her when he suddenly snapped back to his senses: Wait, why do I feel sorry for her? That's not right, is it? The pitiful one should be that kebab skewer on the floor.
The manager, listening to this love story that he did not know how to describe, sighed as well.
After hesitating for a moment, he said to Mrs. Kana, "You're wrong. No matter what this song meant when it was written, every time Geralt sang it afterward, he would quietly say in French, 'I am willing to mend your wounded soul.'"
"Also." The manager turned to President Kana's younger brother. "Do you know why we insisted on using the adapted version of the song when we discussed cooperation just now? Because Geralt changed the lyrics."
"Besides the red rose, he replaced the other flowers in the lyrics with hyacinths, laurel trees, and olive trees.
"Their meanings are sorrow, peace, and glory."
Suzuki Sonoko suddenly understood. "I see! Mr. Geralt was blaming himself—he felt that because he hadn't broken up with her cleanly back then, he drove