“I didn’t hear it from Shunshou. What, you don’t know? I heard it from a cat.”
“A cat?”
Kusamakura was relieved when he heard it was the one who gave him the mirror. He was annoyed he was being made a laughing stock, but at least it wasn’t Shunshou’s doing.
“She told me she was on her way home in a good mood after avenging her friend when you happened to be there, and then she gave you her mirror.”
“&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;yeah.”
“She said, if this guy doesn’t know what a mirror is, then he probably doesn’t know what his own face looks like&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;fufu. That’s way too hilarious. You really didn’t know you didn’t have a face up until now, you have to be kidding me!”
He heard the laughing voices from the beings that at some point had shown up around them, along with Misura’s chuckling in his pretty voice. He couldn’t see them, but they had probably been listening to their conversation the whole time. Humiliated, Kusamakura clenched his fists. He didn’t have a face. That’s why no matter how hurt, angry or sad he was, no one could tell. After laughing for a while, Misura covered his mouth with his sleeve and narrowed his eyes.
“&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;fufu, I haven’t laughed like this in so long. Today is a good day. A refreshing day. You’re so pitiful, so why don’t I grant you a wish?”