The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
18. The Grandest Fireworks
The deer died from its horns. Luxury, ends up bringing the doom of its owner. Too proud to have beauty to walk tall without knowing the pride makes it entangled, trapping it to deliver it to the Almighty. All that is excessive does lead to destruction, including giving affection to understand the crime, instead of being given understanding instead of insisting on being hidden, and finally a demonic figure was born.
The smoldering Jumawa devoured consciousness, took over sanity, tempered like a red hotshot that burned down the noble grand residence, then exploded deafeningly.
Under the shade of the banyan tree, Yashuhiro's attention to the might of the fire also beautified the sun's flame that was enveloped in the darkness of the night. “On the second day of the celebration, fireworks from the Fusae clan are opening, very amazing,” among the melee, Yashuhiro makes a sound without looking away. No matter if Midori who was held by Mika suddenly turned her head full of question marks. Not even the slightest bit of turning his head or glancing at the arrival of the white-cloaked young man who had just come, walked over to watch.
“Your invitation letter to gather the nobles has been replaced by a written request of each party. Investigators will assume that they came to the inn at Ryuji's invitation to each other.”.
Midori was startled to hear the words of the younger brother from Yashuhiro, crammed with questions in her head. Is this all planned? Presumption of the invitation letter to gather the nobles referred to as Second Young Master Kazuya deliberately to welcome the real killer, then the demands directed at Midori means he is used to uncover the identity of the criminal? But why should it be?
“Young Master Kazuya,” call Midori, interject, “s out of gratitude for having helped me out of the prison cell, I want to ask if you did this all?”
Yashuhiro turned his attention to Ryuji, patting his younger brother's shoulder with a smile. Instead of responding, the eldest Kazuya first appreciated his brother until the middle child Kazuya suddenly ignored, immediately turning his face to see the fire with reddened earlobes.
“What you ask is more precisely why do this moment, ‘kan?” netra as red as rubies glanced at the tall young man whose shoulders used Mika's headrest. “Look around...,” hands outstretched towards the gathered citizens.
Midori looked in all directions. The swearing deserves to die on the sidelines of the hysterical exclamation of deadly fire, there is a relieved smile accompanied by a satisfied mutter, there is also a grim face mimic as if his inner turmoil is forced to fainter.
“Anger and sadness will only last for a while. They don't care just grateful for the misfortune of the person who sniffed his life,” Yashuhiro added. “Stupid when silent even though it has been tortured in such a way. Following the law of the jungle, the strong prey on the weaker life. However, above the sky there is still the sky, it looks like they forgot that, instead of being arrogant like the world is in his grasp.”
Midori did not understand the capable, elegant, and dangerous man even though her mind agreed to Yashuhiro's statement. Especially when the young noble never cut off eye contact like finding out what was hidden in him.
“You must be thinking like a tool, ‘kan?” delik Yashuhiro.
Midori's eyes widened, then rolled in any direction. Trying not to meet the eyes of the man who has just guessed his thoughts, he is psychic, ‘kah? Midori asked inwardly, her lips clenched in utter disdain.
“Do not think if I can read the contents of your brain, the question looks visible on your face,” said Yashuhiro, Midori reunited her eyes with a person who she thought was quite terrible. “Thanks to your miserable confined situation, your sister's passion is tempestuous to fight.”
Midori's eyebrows swooped down, looking up at the girl who was embracing her arms. Mika's mouth curved into a smile. “Must be...,” murmur hesitated.
Yashuhiro faintly nodded her head, “let me tell you the details. You dealing with Young Master Fusae is no coincidence, it is a request and a test. Why so? You'll know later. The plan uses the results of your potion which when mixed with liquor will make a confession, but it is not for him, but Mr. Fusae.”
Midori's knees were riveted where she stood. “Why for Mr Fusae?”
“Your sister almost took her life because she was in a witness position if my sister became the next victim. It's easy for me to figure out the root of this weird problem other than bothering to open the silenced mouth of the Fusae family,” said Yashuhiro, brushed off a leaf that had fallen on his shoulder. “Infoils memories in the cranium, and knowing turns out to be centered on his wealth. Treasure is very tempting, many in droves want to get it, and the luster is enough to make people dark eyes. So I invited the nobles who were his enemies to gather under the pretext of celebrating the summer feast, and Tuan Muda Fusae to serve the mandate of the late Mother is to protect her father despite having to take many lives.”
“How are your next decisions after hearing this plan? The evidence that all of this draft in the form of an invitation letter from me has been destroyed. Replaced with the writing of my younger brother who is able to imitate the style of the characters of others.”
It's a bluff, the feeling of gamelan concurrently Midori. Mika squeezed her brother's arm quite tight, the girl's eyebrows were pulled up, the small, round lips curved down. The water was caught by the tail of Midori's eyes that still could not believe if the younger sister who was thought to not understand the situation, was thought to only dwell on her own world, but also her own, it turns out that it can turn cruel to follow the strategy that makes Mika also smear her hands with blood based on wrath.
What will Midori do? If you are silent, is it not the same as the killer himself? When speaking, will it be trusted only by oral testimony? Not to mention that Mika who was dragged into a noble conspiracy before her would definitely be interrogated and bad again was to taste the iron bars.
Midori let out a long sigh, took off Mika's cheque, then knelt one leg respectfully. “My life is now in your hands.” In order to keep his sister's smile to stay as glazed as amaranth flowers. Being restrained from the beginning was free, Midori's presence was none other than having no role as a guard and nurse until complete.
“In return I will fulfill your wish,” Yashuhiro hands outstretched, and receive a welcome from the concerned.
“It's enough time to brag with brother, we return to the castle right now,” sambar someone.
Yashuhiro Retina caught the female figure stepping closer, treading quietly and regularly accompanied by a cynical gaze. “Yuka, from anywhere?”
”Installing traps in reservoirs to outwit.”
“Not damage it, ‘kan?"
“Slight.”
Yashuhiro. “Remember the man who hurt you when I gave you your first mission with Ryuji?”
Kazuya's youngest squinted, re-kid the memory of a man's shadow pushing him down, Yuka nodded, “remember.”
“Yutaka Tamotsu is the son of the person, he changed his name to pursue you once he knew your whereabouts.”
Yuka sighed harshly, then muttered, "who in retrospect would make her desire such a grudge?"
Yashuhiro turned her attention to Ryuji. His forehead wrinkled to notice his younger brother's breath suddenly coming to a halt. Signs of breathing air were not visible, his body staggered. Responding, Yashuhiro deftly caught the body of his younger brother so as not to fall.
“I hope not to have a heart attack when I see you suddenly unconscious again like this."
