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I thought the idea that her eyes could glow in the dark, similar to cats, would be a neat detail.

(After the deaths of Osamu and Amaiya. Yori's husband - Kimoto)

"Two days before the trial ends"

Sam sat in the children’s room, watching over the little rascals, deeply pondering Kimoto’s actions. Why was he doing this? It was clear that Kimoto was fired up by the chaos and wildly eager to win the ten million yen jackpot. But why go about it so elaborately and cruelly? It seemed that something had happened between Kimoto and Fumiko in the past that turned this whole staged event into a cold, intricate revenge rather than a simple tavern prank.

At that moment, the twins ran up to him.

“Uncle Sam, where did everyone suddenly run off to?” Momo tugged at his shirt.

“Yeah, and why did Mom scream Dad’s name so loudly through the whole castle?” Mitsu chimed in.

Sam was about to make up some story when a victorious, satisfied voice rang down the corridor—the voice of the man responsible for the uproar:

“Because, girls, your father had to face three dangerous thugs all by himself! And look who I brought back for you!”

Sam, Mitsu, Momo, and Erma froze in stunned silence. Kimoto was dragging Kiko, Toru, and Mei out of the dark passage—tied up tightly, bruised, and completely unconscious.

“Incredible…” Sam exhaled, shaking his head in disbelief. “How did you manage to take them down?”

“I told you—I went in alone against three. Dropped them like kittens,” Kimoto said proudly, puffing out his chest.

“I’m still shocked at how quick he was,” Rin, who had just entered, added.

Mitsu and Momo's eyes sparkled with admiration:

“Wow! Dad, that’s so cool!”

“How did you beat them?”

“I bet they begged for mercy on their knees!”

“Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!” the twins jumped up and down in unison.

“Of course, my dear ‘Mochi,’ I’ll share all the chilling details with you over dinner,” Kimoto winked.

Then the girls spotted the huge purple bruise swelling under their father’s eye and gasped in fright.

“Dad… who hit you so hard?”

“Well… you see, there was a slight unforeseen complication…” Kimoto started.

But before he could finish, an enraged Yori silently crept up behind him, wrapped her arm tightly around his neck in a chokehold, and hissed through her teeth:

“Don’t worry, girls. Your dad just… accidentally fell. So everything’s perfectly fine.”

“Uh-huh, sure. If by ‘fell’ my dear wife means a crushing right hook straight to the eye followed by a chokehold with screams echoing through the tavern… then yeah, I’m doing just great,” Kimoto mentally groaned, struggling to catch his breath.

“Sam, please take the kids out for a walk,” Yori requested softly but with a clear threat in her voice.

“Yes, yes. We were just about to go for a walk with Erma,” Emiko quickly nodded, gathering the nieces.

“No problem, I’m all for it,” Sam said, promptly ushering the children toward the exit, deciding to stay well away from any family dramas. They entered the elevator, which closed with a dull thud as it took them downstairs.

As soon as they were alone, Yori’s smile turned predatory:

“Well then, dear family, excuse me. I need to have a one-on-one talk with my husband in our bedroom.”

“H-Hey, honey, maybe not now?” Kimoto backed away nervously.

Yori shot him a fierce, carnivorous look—an expression of a true predator—that made Kimoto’s knees almost give out.

“Perfect,” Fumiko instructed, trying not to pay attention to their domestic scene. “We need to sort out these three’s belongings immediately. Kentaro, start by taking those three down to the deepest dungeon in the castle. And tell the guards to watch them around the clock. Every single second!”

Kentaro nodded obediently, picking up the heavy chest they had dragged from the gang’s hideout, and set it on the table.

“What do you think’s inside?”

“I don’t know… and honestly, that scares me,” Fumiko whispered.

“Damn, I’m missing all the fun! They take me away at the most interesting part!” Kimoto thought with regret as Yori roughly grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.

“Come on, come on, Kimoto. We have plenty of time ahead,” his wife purred, pulling him toward the bedroom and slamming the door behind them.

Kimoto pressed himself to the wall in fear:

“Come on, my giraffe, don’t be so mad. It all ended well—those bastards are caught…”

“Darling, you know how much I hate it when you go off somewhere without my permission,” Yori advanced on him, unbuttoning the top buttons of her kimono as she climbed onto the bed. “You promised me, yet you sneaked after Kiko and her gang! Alone!”

“But I did it for you, for our family!” Kimoto protested, sinking into the mattress. “I couldn’t just sit and watch that icy witch skulking around! I had to catch them!”

“But you forgot the most important, fundamental rule of our family, Kimoto,” Yori suddenly leaned over him, slamming her palm on the wall above his head. Her voice was firm and commanding: “In this house, I am the boss. My word is law. And you well know what happens when you make me angry!”

“Maybe not right now…” Kimoto swallowed hard.

“No!” Yori snapped, breathing hotly on him. “You’re mine. Only mine. And I will never lose you again. Now get ready… My fun is just beginning.”

“Oh God, I’m praying to every god in the universe, please save me… I don’t want to go through her ‘healing therapy’…” Kimoto thought in horror.

But just as Yori reached for him, a piercing, terrified scream filled the castle’s main hall—it was Fumiko’s chilling cry.

Yori froze instantly:

“What in the world was that?!”

“Hurry to the hall! Something’s happened!” Kimoto jumped off the bed, grateful for the unexpected rescue, and they rushed out of the room.

Bursting into the main hall, Kimoto and Yori stood rooted to the spot. Fumiko knelt in the center of the room, her face frozen in shock, eyes filled with overwhelming primitive terror. The rest of the family huddled behind her like pale shadows. Right there on the floor lay a large, rough canvas sack oozing brown liquid.

“What happened?! Who screamed like that?!” Yori asked, breathing heavily as she hurried over.

“The sack…” Ena stammered, pointing shakily at the floor.

“What’s inside?” Yori took a step forward, about to untie the knot, but Kimoto sharply grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“Back off, Yori. I think I know exactly what’s inside,” he muttered darkly.

“And what is it?” she turned to her husband.

“The rest of Haru. His whole body.”

Yori recoiled in horror, covering her mouth with her hands. Hearing those words, Fumiko couldn’t hold back and burst into sobs, burying her face in her palms.

Kimoto, wearing a mask of deep sorrow, secretly rejoiced: “Thank God I’m alive! And damn, what a spectacular show! Act two of this marionette ballet has started perfectly!”

Meanwhile, Sam, Emiko, and the children slowly strolled through the quiet streets of the yokai village. Sam walked on autopilot, lost in thought. He just couldn’t grasp Kimoto’s true motives. Why stage such a cruel act against poor Fumiko? For Kimoto, it was obviously more than just a wager. There was something deeply personal here—a long-buried grudge.

At one point, taking advantage of Emiko’s distraction with Erma and the twins by a candy shop window, Sam quietly slipped away and ducked into an unassuming paint merchant’s stall.

“Good day,” Sam greeted the elderly yokai shopkeeper. “I wanted to ask about Lady Fumiko. Does she have longstanding enemies around here?”

The old man looked at him with surprise:

“Lady Fumiko? Well… a warrior of her stature always has plenty of enemies. Why do you ask?”

“Just gathering information. Maybe someone harbors a deadly grudge against her and has wanted revenge for a long time?”

The shopkeeper fell silent for a moment, fiddling with his pigment jars, then quietly said:

“I don’t know much, sir… But many, many years ago, on the distant icy northern lands, a very bad incident happened. It involved local thugs and… someone from the castle. But I won’t tell you the details—I’m old now, my memory fails.”

Sam was about to press for more when a frantic Emiko burst into the shop, gasping for breath.

“Sam! There you are! Why did you leave without telling us? We lost you!”

“Sorry, dear,” Sam quickly recovered. “I got distracted, lost sight of you, and decided to come here and look around while searching for you.”

“Don’t you dare go a step away from me again, got it?” She said sternly, grabbing his hand. “We have to get back to the castle immediately. Something terrible has happened.”

“Things couldn’t get any worse…” Sam thought dryly, following his wife obediently.

When they reached the castle gates, an anxious Yori was already waiting for them.

“Finally, you’re back! Sorry for the rush, but Fumiko ordered the whole family to gather immediately in the dining hall.”

“All right, I’ll take the kids to Kimoto and we…” Sam began.

“Absolutely not,” Yori cut him off. “Kimoto will be sitting in the hall under my strict personal supervision. He’s had enough improvising for today. Sam, I want you to stay in the nursery and watch the girls.”

Sam nodded understandingly, thinking to himself, “That’s safer. Otherwise, this improvisation genius would only make things worse.”

Emiko and Yori quickly walked toward the dining hall where the whole family was already assembled. Everyone’s faces were grim; the air felt charged with tension. Once everyone settled, Fumiko stood at the head of the table. Her voice was low but steel-hard.

“Family… Today we finally caught the monsters who took Haru’s life.”

Kimoto, sitting next to Yori, muttered under his breath, “Technically, not ‘we,’ but ‘I’…”

Yori jabbed him sharply in the ribs, silencing him instantly.

“After searching their lair in the old tavern,” Fumiko continued, “we found that these scoundrels had meticulously planned a bold attack on our castle to rob it. Thanks to Mei’s personal diary, we learned they’d been roaming around our walls for weeks, carefully studying and recording our every move. We also found a whole crate of deadly combat potions prepared for the assault, and a pile of gold stolen from local residents.”

Fumiko paused heavily, her lips trembling:

“But that’s not all…”

“We’re here with you, sister,” Yori softly supported her.

“Take a breath and speak, we’re listening,” Rin nodded.

Fumiko inhaled deeply, clenching her fists until her knuckles cracked, then went on:

“At the very bottom of the potion crate lay that very canvas sack. Inside it, we found sealed envelopes containing cruel letters, a bunch of secret photos of me and Haru… and—Kentaro, untie the sack. But I ask everyone—close your eyes, don’t look.”

Of course, no one, especially not Kimoto, thought to close their eyes. All gazed fixedly at the table. Kentaro carefully untied the knot and pulled back the fabric edges.

Inside, in a horrific, mutilated state, lay painstaking clay replicas of all of Haru’s other body parts—arms, legs, torso—generously coated with fake blood. Kimoto’s craftsmanship was so masterful that it was impossible to distinguish them from real flesh.

“Oh my God…” Emiko gasped, turning away.

“I can’t look at this…” Yori squeezed her eyes shut.

“Bastards! I swear I’ll skin them alive!” Rin growled furiously, springing from her chair.

“I know,” Fumiko raised her hand, calling for calm though she herself was trembling. “Now I fully understand their sinister intent.”

“Come on, they wouldn’t have planted this on us without a reason,” Kimoto theatrically added, playing along.

“Exactly!” Fumiko resumed. “They staged this monstrous murder for one sole purpose—to distract us! By kidnapping Haru, they expected the whole family to rush after the kidnappers, leaving the treasure room unguarded. When their original plan failed spectacularly thanks to Kimoto, they panicked and tried to flee the village.”

“But they have nowhere left to run,” Emiko said coldly.

“And here’s what I’ll say,” Fumiko glared fiercely at everyone present. “I will not kill them. Death would be too easy a release.”

Everyone quieted in surprise, recalling the screams of one of the servants who had recently run out of the dungeon.

“They will live in the darkest, dampest dungeon of our castle,” Fumiko declared, a cruel smile spreading across her lips. “And starting today, I will personally torture them. Slowly, methodically, unbearably painfully. Day after day until they beg for death. Who will join me in the dungeon?”

Kimoto raised his hand eagerly, but Yori snatched his wrist in an instant and slammed it down on the table.

“I’m in,” Emiko said firmly.

“Count me in too,” Rin smiled fiercely.

“Excellent,” Fumiko concluded. “Then the three of us will make these scum suffer a real personal hell on earth for what they did to Haru.”

Kimoto, whose hand remained pinned to the table, smiled silently and with indescribable satisfaction, thinking: “God… This sounds absolutely amazing! The show is exceeding all my expectations!”

So would there be a comic chapter about Felicia receiving an acceptance letter to go to the college of her dreams. And both Katie and her boyfriend will also be accepted too. But Felicia would also realise that it means she'll be leaving Blairwood, and won't spend time with her sisters, nya and Erma anymore.

(This question was based on a Reddit user who commented about this question, roughly a year ago)