Hanai Ishishū was just about to open his mouth to argue some more.
But he didn't expect the rear door of the limousine to be slowly opened.
A girl in a white long dress stepped out from inside.
Her features bore a resemblance to those of Chiba Shimizu—three parts similar.
Elegant, beautiful, like the morning dew, crystal clear and too delicate to behold, her brows reflected a unique charm.
Chiba Seiryo glanced at the nearby little mountain village, then turned her gaze to her "foolish" little sister:
"You live in a place like this?"
Her words were filled with coldness and arrogance.
"Is this how you deceive people?"
Chiba Shimizu countered.
"I didn't lie to you, I'm really sick."
The conversation between the sisters was chilling enough to freeze someone to death; for a moment, Haruka Yuzan even forgot the warmth of the scorching summer day.
Wasn't it just August?
Why did it suddenly feel like autumn had arrived?!