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 For some reason, the black-haired woman's head was split open. I hadn't noticed because it had happened without me realizing it, but the black-haired woman let out a sound like “Hee” or “Pauwawawa” and collapsed on the spot. The man next to her had blood all over his right arm, and it was also on his silver watch, which was his pride and joy, or rather, his possession. The blood-stained watch would rust due to the salt in the blood. The man didn't say anything about it, but he shook his hand several times, flicking the blood away. Some of it landed on his chest, leaving a brown stain on a part of his white shirt. There was more than one man covered in blood. There were three, no, five of them. The men were wearing tuxedos, so they were all covered in blood.  

The woman with black hair was the one who was most shocked. She became delirious.  

She uttered something like, “Kiihee.” The man with her tried to calm her down, but it was impossible.

　Gahen had a lute, but he handed it to his attendant, took off his hat, and bowed respectfully, showing a dignified demeanor. Then, he slightly shifted his feet, and before he knew it, he was holding the woman's bleeding head. He was holding her bleeding head with a cloth.

The black-haired woman was flustered. She looked like a baby.