Kouhei and Yuuna finally decided it was time to leave.
The two of them stepped inside the carriage waiting for them with the wood creaking faintly under their weight. The air around it carried a strange tension, partly because it wasn't an ordinary carriage as it was still being pulled by onis. Their hulking bodies loomed in front, chains clinking softly with every twitch of their muscles.
Yuuna's brows furrowed the moment she saw them. She turned her eyes to Kazuhiro, her tone sharp yet calm.
"Father, can't you at least give us a proper carriage? One that doesn't scream of your power over others?"
Kazuhiro tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "And what exactly is wrong with that?" he asked. His voice carried the same cold authority as always, the kind that made the air heavy, but there was something else in it this time and it was a flicker of confusion, almost as if he genuinely didn't understand the issue.
