Dad, Your Moral Integrity Is Gone

The black paper swallowtail butterfly flew nimbly in Kyoto, the slender pupils of the banished god in the narrow room flashed with a cold light of revenge, the red sea of flowers roared silently, and in front of the silent umbrella holder, the beautiful kaiko danced with Gagaku... In the breeze-swept corridor, when the onmyoji was called his brother by the young boy who came through the overgrown weeds, a "?" Sign was slowly played on his forehead.