"Of course I went mad a long time ago. The moment I believed your nonsense and attempted to revive my father a thousand years ago, I lost it. However, I still have other things to do now. So I have no interest in your plan for a ghostly dynasty. By the way, don't think that just because the Bewitching Hour provided you with some assistance, that it's on your side. That Boar Hour, he just wants us dead."
"I was never among the living to begin with, Princess. And neither were you. We bear the power of the Deity after all."
"Heh."
Ugly Hour San swung the iron hammer in his hand.
Kifune Myojin, a Deity bestowing curses.
"Say what you like. So be it. Keep chasing your dream of becoming the ghostly Kanpaku. Farewell, Kousei-ō." Ugly Hour San cast Kousei-ō one last glance.
Then, the figure cloaked in white, faintly glowing in the shimmer of candlelight, turned and vanished into the dim, shadowed thicket.
Left alone amidst the mountain grove was Kousei-ō.
