"Otou-san???" Amara mumbled the words in pain, glaring at the sight of her father's remains.
She lingered standing at the sliding door, hoping this was a nightmare after all.
"Ojo-san!!!" Ohara called one of the chief's heirs, bending his knees and bowing his head on the floor outside the chief's room.
The high servant saw the fresh muddy footsteps from the door going to the staircase. He knows only Amara will be the first to arrive at the castle in this dreadful weather.
The young mistress lives a few houses away from the castle, a small cottage that chief Rokkaku gave to her daughter when she continued to refuse the offer to live with her father. He can't blame Takayori's first daughter for staying away.
The walls are thin and moans are loud when the night begins.
"Have you called the council, Ohara-san?" The lady asked with her eyes fixed at the two ghastly corpses.