Time flowed on without ever stopping. The years were so fair—they never gave anyone an extra second, nor did they take a second away from anyone.
It felt as though they had done nothing, yet several days had already passed. Many things had happened over those days, yet not much worth mentioning—just matters that could be brushed over in a sentence.
At that moment, Fu Hua was on the road back to Fujiwara Capital from a small town with Kaguya. Over the past two days... a rumor had appeared somewhere nearby, a rumor about the Matchmaking Tree.
They had heard that if one confessed to the person they liked beneath the tree, they would certainly succeed. And if it was sincere love, there was even a chance of receiving a scroll bestowed by the tree spirit of the Matchmaking Tree. It was said that the scroll was imbued with divine power and could bless those who saw it with a happy union!
It just so happened that Fu Hua and Kaguya had had nothing to do in Fujiwara Capital over the previous few days, aside from Fu Hua occasionally visiting Fujiwara no Mokou.
With nothing to do, Kaguya had become terribly bored. Boredom was something Kaguya deeply hated. She had hated the dull, desolate stillness of the Lunar Capital, and if life on the surface was this boring too, she would be very unhappy.
After learning of the rumor surrounding the Matchmaking Tree, she had urgently dragged Fu Hua along and asked her to take her to find it.
Only after arriving did they learn that the so-called Matchmaking Tree... was just a rumor spread by that God of Matchmaking.
The Matchmaking Tree itself was merely an ordinary old tree demon. It rested in the forest every day, passing its