Minamoto Tamako wanted to say a few more words, but the disheartened middle-aged man's aura screamed 'I'm already so miserable' and 'If you scold me again, I'll just die', making her too embarrassed to speak up, feeling that if she criticized them, it would make her look like an unreasonable villain.
"Well, alright then... Be careful next time, and don't do such things again, it's really bad, you know?" Tamako said.
"Got it, got it." Chicken Crown Head nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken.
The disheartened man dragged him away, grinning obsequiously and saying the officer's teaching was right, and then pulled him off.
Tamako leaned against her suitcase, looking around, feeling a bit strange.
When she finally squeezed her suitcase onto the rack and sat next to Taira Sakurako, the strange feeling reached its peak.
"Mr. Fushimi..."
She leaned forward, lowered her voice: "Why does it feel like everyone in the carriage is sneaking glances at us?"
