Chapter 75: Alice Doesn't Believe in Things Like This

Tears have the effect of making you feel better once you let them all out.

No matter how you look at it, the human body is a slave to its hormones. Once tears well up and start spilling, reducing your stress, your mood naturally has no choice but to improve.

Or not.

"...Fuck."

Looking at my soaked sleeve and the puddle on the floor, I cursed, and a staff member came over and silently handed me something to clean it with.

"...Phew."

Once I had calmed down, I saw that the incense was about to go out again, so I refilled it and sat with my back against the wall where I could face Grandma.

"...Why did you do this? There are plenty of other good young people if you look for them."

I still couldn't understand why Grandma had tried to fill the void left by her children with me.

Weren't there plenty of other people besides an ungrateful bastard like me who didn't know how to repay her kindness? She had gone out of her way to make me chief mourner, and I had cut the funeral down to just two days because I was busy. The next step would begin as soon as dawn broke, just a few hours from now...