Anne pointed and gestured as if she could actually see those scenes not far in front of her, and was trying her best to describe them to us: "There are so many people, all like me, with black hair and red eyes! They seem to be celebrating some kind of festival, gathered together talking about something!"
"It sounds like some kind of large-scale memorial service," I said. "But, do you have many people with black hair and red eyes in your family?"
Her dark red eyes looked at her strangely: "Didn't I tell you? Pure bloodlines of the Farns all have black hair and red eyes. The purest bloodline has the darkest color, but it seems that the previous generation of that bloodline didn't care much about the position of family head, so my father inherited the position of patriarch."
This is the first time I've ever heard of this.
However, do the purest bloodlines possess the deepest hair and eye colors...?
I nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "And what else did you see?"
Anne frowned and thought for a moment, then shook her head: "It seems like that's all... Oh, right, right, at the end of the memory fragment, I think I saw a bright red light flash around me for a moment, and then it all stopped."
It flashed by in a flash, that's fine... What is all this nonsense? I don't understand a word of it!
"So what does all this mean?" Annie stared at me expectantly.
"How would I know if you ask me... I'm not a mind reader. That was just a realization that Shinobu Yuki herself came to!
"What should we do then?!"
"Why don't you take another sip?" I urged. "Maybe it's because you didn't drink enough that you saw some ambiguous things. Besides, you can also see if the saltiness in the soup dissipated after you saw those images."
"...You're right! Ugh! It's so salty!"
The girl, increasingly oblivious to her own cues, pounded her fists and palms, quickly complying with the order. After drinking another bowl, she turned her head and spat out her tongue once more.
I watched the girl's comical performance with a smile, dodging the little fists that came at me, and also serving myself a new bowl.
The twinkling stars and moon were reflected in the rich and delicious broth, overshadowed by the nearby firelight, leaving a faint salty taste on the tongue.
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