"You come and kill me."
He said this, holding the sharp blade to his throat. A weird laugh came from the brown-haired boy's throat.
"If you kill me, you can use your blood to commemorate me——"
"You go and kill him."
The landlady opened her blue eyes and smiled desperately. The broken white porcelain cup rolled a few times on the table and then stopped.
She pried open the cork of the bottle with her mouth and poured the wine onto the foul-smelling straw mat at her feet.
"If so, I will——"
"I'll tell you everything I know."