"...You know everything, don't you?"
Damian, the host who was supposedly Chaisi's long-dead step-brother, stood by the Haisen River as it hung inverted in the Nest's sky. He smiled at Chaisi and asked, "You know everything about our dear father's plans, don't you?"
'...' Fu Tailan sighed to himself.
Ever since the Resident of the Coil and the Ballet Resident had abandoned him in a hurry, he'd been lying in the same spot for a good twenty or thirty minutes, the back of his head aching from the hard ground.
He'd lost too much blood and was too badly injured; the world went dark whenever he tried to get up. It was better to rest for a while, lest he pass out in the Nest and end up as a dish on some Resident's menu.
Besides, even if Fu Tailan could get to his feet, he had no idea where to go.
