127. Another woman just came in here, right?

The pale moon hangs over the sea, just thin enough for a witch to string a swing.

Mrs. Hoshimi, dressed in a silk robe, leans against the corridor pillar, listening to the sound of the ocean waves and the chirping of summer insects in the courtyard. Next to her, Mrs. Kasahara rests her head on her lap, staring idly at the same moon.

"You look too lazy." Mrs. Hoshimi scolded.

"In the early days of Kannazuki, the weather is unstable, like leaves falling and drifting aimlessly in the wind." Mrs. Kasahara elegantly combed her hair with her fingers, gazing through the thin windbreak forest at the starlit sky and said, "Hoping people will call me a traveler, just in time for the first autumn rain.

That lazy and pleasant demeanor is just like that of a beautiful and noble queen after a bath in ancient times.

"How come you sound like a schoolgirl reciting poetry again?" Mrs. Hoshimi mocked her.