The sudden hostile words made Kasahara Asuka frown slightly, letting out a discontented snort through her nose.
Fujiwara Reya was about to say something to her when he heard the person coming this way, so he stopped and turned to look at the hall entrance.
The thousands of people in the hall simultaneously turned their heads to look at the person who had just spoken.
About seventeen or eighteen years old, he walked down the aisle with hands behind his back, eyes cold and arrogant, exuding unreserved pride and insolence.
The collar of that priest robe had the emblem of Inari on it.
Many people didn't know this young man.
They could only discern from the Inari emblem that he came from the Inari Shrine. But which one of the nearly thirty thousand Inari Shrines across the country did he hail from?
Most people had no idea.
But some of the young ones who came from the Kansai area had recognized his identity.
