"I suddenly remembered that Sakurako wanted me to read her a bedtime story..."
Minamoto Tamako turned her head, wanting to slip away, but it was too late. Fushimi Roku grabbed her by the nape of fate, pressing her down on the sofa: "Why are you trying to run? Didn't you just cling here refusing to leave? Could it be you're feeling guilty?"
"W-What are you talking about..."
Minamoto Tamako's face was full of guilt.
She knelt on the sofa with her knees together, her heels under her bottom, sitting upright. Her little hands were properly placed, looking like she was ready to obediently accept punishment for some misdeed.
"You weren't talking bad about me, were you? Look me in the eyes and tell the truth!"
Fushimi Roku reached out, pinching Minamoto Tamako's cheek with his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to turn her head.
