"You weren't this weak, you even dared to defy your father when you were a child," Bervis said as he took out a handkerchief and passed it through the small window behind him.
The handkerchief was snatched and resounded with the sound of someone blowing their nose; when it was returned to Bervis, it was sticky.
Bervis's eyelid twitched. He reluctantly stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket, pinching one corner between his index finger and thumb.
"It's always like this..." Aiko muttered.
"What?"
"One lie needs a bunch of lies to cover it up." Inside the carriage, Aiko curled up on the sofa, hugging her knees, and felt a bit breathless.
Her mind was in turmoil, suspecting that she had made a wrong move.
The plan was named "Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage."
In ancient times, a black bear visited a thatched cottage three times and finally ate the little white rabbit that came to defecate there, hence the name Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage.