Sunday morning.
The rain had cleared, leaving behind bright, sunny weather. Mitsuki Kashiwagi was looking forward to a long, luxurious sleep; after all, most of the recent chaos had finally been settled.
The live concert was over, and the wages had been paid out through the hands of Takemi Tae, though that woman still retained a shred of conscience by only making him pay a ten percent tithe.
Chapter 67