Sogo Doma felt a wave of malicious intent. Where was the medicine he was supposed to take? What the hell was a suppository!? Could that thing be eaten? It was meant to be stuffed in!
"Is there a problem, Onii-chan? Doesn't it say here that it's suitable for people with high fevers, and that it works quickly and effectively..." Lady Umaru asked in confusion.
"This isn't about whether it works or not! This kind of thing shouldn't even exist..." Why did they have such an anti-humanity invention as suppositories in the house? Sogo Doma wanted to clutch his head and demand answers, though he had no idea whom to question...
"But didn't Onii-chan bring it home?" Lady Umaru asked doubtfully.
Sogo Doma: "..."
He understood now. The person he most needed to question was himself...
However, the only reason he had brought the suppositories home was because—neither he nor his useless little sister could possibly get sick! In other words, the suppositories were medicine he had prepared for guests who came to visit but had the misfortune of falling ill.
Their meaning was: "Let even the unfortunate bloom into beautiful flowers!"
Sogo Doma was just such a romantic and compassionate "great good man." Not only would he ensure that unfortunate sick guests received effective treatment, he would also send them off with a blooming chrysanthemum...
Surely, such an experience was exceedingly rare for anyone. Those guests who had enjoyed the blooming process would definitely never forget it...
Perhaps that unforgettable and wonderful memory would ease the sorrow of their unfortunate illness and bring a little joy to their ordinary daily lives. Therefore, bringing suppositories home was absolutely killing two birds with one stone—no, calling it three birds, four birds, five... would not have been an exaggeration!
But no matter how