Beyond the sliding doors, a wind chime rings once. "Excuse me." A single Hyakki enters the room quietly, bowing low.

In the tatami room where only moonlight filters in, Seigen was bringing a teacup to his lips while gazing at the garden.

The Hyakki hesitated for a moment to choose their words. "I have failed." Seigen sets down his teacup. He does not scold, nor does he sigh.