An androgynous beauty in a kimono, with the grace and magnificence of nobility, was perched atop a rickshaw with long legs crossed.
This beauty in kimono seemed to pay no mind to Chiaki Miyake, focusing intently on Kamiyagawa the entire time.
That was a very calm, as if detached, gaze.
Just like an audience member below the stage.
It appeared she was observing every action of the Master of the Kamiya Family.
As for why she was doing this, the newly-arrived Chiaki Miyake of course had no clue.
Mr. Miyake, the writer, didn't even notice that the beauty on the rickshaw was looking at Lord Kamiya.
Miyake didn't dare look directly at her face.
Because her aura was in no way inferior to the presence of Death!
What in the world was going on?
According to what Chiaki Miyake knew when he first died, Death should have been a very formidable and terrifying spirit!
Yet, in the home of Lord Kamiya, his lifesaver, such tales of extraordinary beings were seemingly commonplace.
