The night wind brushed her face, the bright moon hung high, the cliff and sea view was stunning, but Minamoto Tamako had no mood to appreciate it. Right now, she was dog-tired, just thinking of getting the person home quickly and by the way, asking if their family had seen Taira Sakurako.
Suddenly, a questioning voice came from behind Minamoto Tamako: "What is your relationship with her?"
The tone was somewhat harsh, even with a hint of hostility. Normally, Minamoto Tamako would instantly sense something was off. But right now, her brain was oxygen-deprived, supplying only her lungs and leg muscles, too tired to think, and she subconsciously replied, "She and I are... very, very good friends..."
"Friends?" the Dancing Girl's voice sounded somewhat confused.
