"Eh?" Apparently not expecting that question, Setsura Renki briefly snapped out of her ghost-story mood. After thinking seriously for a moment, she answered uncertainly, "That's what everyone seems to say. Grandpa Genzaburo, Uncle Kyosuke..."
"Because they both died on your grandfather's birthday?"
"Yeah, and both of them played this violin in front of Grandpa! This year, it's my turn. Isn't it normal for me to be worried...?"
Setsura Renki reluctantly stroked the violin case before her, looking both fearful and stubborn.
"...Does your grandfather have some kind of imperial bloodline? Or is your family one of those ancient great clans that's been around for centuries and has a mountain of taboos and rules?" Tangze held it in for a moment, but ultimately failed, letting his bloodline specialty take over.
"Huh? How could that be? At most, there have been a few famous people in our family..." Setsura Renki shook her head blankly.
"Right, so does he absolutely have to celebrate this birthday...?" Tangze's expression turned subtle.
Honestly, it was only because he knew that the main source of supernatural nonsense in this world was on his side. Otherwise, if someone told him this was some cult ritual, Tangze might actually believe it.
No, seriously, man. This birthday had been celebrated for decades, and people had been dying for decades. Was this birthday some huge holiday that the entire world needed to celebrate?
If he had simply stopped throwing lavish banquets thirty years ago, this endlessly repeating family tragedy could have been cut off at the source.
Never having considered such a possibility, Setsura Renki froze and couldn't help falling into thought as well.
That actually sounded pretty reasonable...
Mori Kogoro picked at his ear. He somewhat agreed with Tangze's argument too and couldn't help nodding. "You can just take it