"Miss Kanna."
Inside the Sakumura residence, only Fujimaru Ritsuka and Sakumura Kanna were present.
Sakumura Anno had gone out to handle festival matters. Miss Souji would not be returning due to her work at the patrol bureau, while Mama Bear and Yukina had headed for the mountain gate to help Mr. Ryoma fend off any possible attack.
Fujimaru Ritsuka sat on the tatami, looking at Sakumura Kanna as she lay beneath the covers, her eyes closed in sleep, lost in thought.
What kind of person was the Sakumura Kanna she knew about?
She recalled visiting Sakumura Kanna's former residence.
It had actually been a small, personal museum, displaying only Sakumura Kanna's belongings, her life story, and some of the items she had collected while alive.
The photographs Sakumura Kanna had left behind made her look like a very kind old grandmother—gentle, yet aged, with graying hair and a stooped frame. Most of the group photos were either with her students or with various Sakumura statues.
And yet, before her eyes now—
Without a doubt, she was a beautiful young girl in the bloom of youth.
Once you had fixed an image of someone in your mind, it became difficult to get along with who they truly were.
It could be said that, up until now, Fujimaru Ritsuka had hardly ever treated Kanna as that kindly old woman. Nor could she possibly treat her as that kindly old woman.
Looking at the introduction, it was difficult to imagine that Sakumura Kanna had been an expert rifle user. It was also difficult to imagine that she had once been a young girl. In people's memories, she seemed to have always looked that way.
Was this what became of a Servant after death?
The night was not quiet.
She did not know what