Sakuramoria

“Is this true, Father?” Caladium directs a dejected gaze at his parent. “Everything that was just said? About the experiments, about the murders…?” “Well, yes, so what?” “But how… Why…?” “A strange question. As if I need a reason for something like that…” the king muttered to himself. “It was all for Sakuramoria, son. Fortunately, dear Futaba made me reconsider, and I abandoned the continuation of the experiment, so considering your expressed position, you should be thanking her, not scolding her! Although, what’s the point, you’re not even worthy to kiss the ground beneath her feet, ugh!” Moechi gathers saliva in his mouth and spits at his son across the dining table, hitting him right in the face. “Well, speak up, you beast, how are you going to take responsibility?” “Grandfather! Futaba! Please…” Levizia suddenly jumps up from the table and bows her head before the heads of the family. “It’s my fault… I should have somehow conveyed the information about what happened to Father so that this misunderstanding wouldn’t have occurred… If you want to punish him or Uncle Rhododendron in any way, let that punishment be directed at me!”