How could Yato not understand it? A group of people who had just been fighting suddenly went hand in hand to listen to a concert?
And they were having so much fun.
From the chaotic brawl to the small theater, Yato blended into a huge crowd of people wearing hoods without seeming out of place at all. It took Hoshino quite a while to pick her out from the thugs, and she dragged her out with a helpless expression.
"What are you squatting here for?"
Hoshino handed Yato a genuine cello case. It felt heavy in her hands, a sensation she had not experienced in a long time.
She patted Yato on the shoulder. "Just so you know, the cellist is an important part of the performance. You'll also be singing harmonies for Sora. As for the dancer, she's a mysterious guest from a shrine."
"That mysterious guest... is that you?"
"No."
For some reason, the answer disappointed Yato. She felt Yae Sakura would definitely make a good pianist.
"Like I said, she's a petite vampire girl with white hair and red eyes—not some old hag like Warfarin, but a real vampire girl. Don't let your current attitude fool you. Once you see what she really looks like, you'll be dying to offer her your neck."
"That scary?"
Yato wanted to say they should forget it, then.
But after opening her mouth, she felt that would be far too rude.
Yae Sakura was like an unsolved mystery. Yato felt she could not see through her on her own, so she simply stopped thinking about it. Carrying the cello case, she headed backstage to coordinate with the other performers and brush up on her cello skills.
She took off her mask.
Sora was touching up her makeup. When she turned around