Folklore Notes 3
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It's been nearly half a month since I entered this mansion. It's still snowing outside. Once this snow melts, I'll be parted from Kyouka and most likely never be able to return.
Men are not needed in the manor. If necessary, I could run away, but if possible, I would like to take Kyouka with me. That feeling is what keeps me here.
Sometimes, worshippers from nearby villages come here. All of them cover their faces and head into the shrine.
Today's worshipper seemed like a woman. She was holding a child-sized bundle and it looked as if she was crying. I can also hear that "Lullaby". I wonder if the "Ceremony" is like some sort of funeral.
