"Does it count?"
"Oh."
After Rita's simple "Oh," Dawn Cicada's arm, which had been moving like it was wound up, finally stopped. Her vine no longer tugged at her arm, shaking it violently.
Rita rubbed her arm, giving Dawn Cicada a look of pure exasperation. Just a moment ago, she had been elbowed from the middle of the road all the way to the edge, almost falling into the flower field…
The flower sea closed behind them as they passed, and after everything finally settled down, Rita took a moment to appreciate the flowers around her. Every one of them was a variety she had seen before in "Beacon."
It wasn't until the familiar scent of flowers hit her that she realized something—she was smelling the same fragrance that had been lingering on her own body every day. The god ahead stopped in her tracks.
