Her father turns to face me, smiles faintly, and says, “It was rude of me not to introduce myself at the beginning. My name is Sennouji Makiri, but you may call me Sennouji. In any case, Tomoki—or, should I say, Yuuji—it may be a tad early, but would you care to join us for dinner?”
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We move to a dining hall. Makiri-sensei and I sit down next to each other, while Sennouji sits on the opposite side facing us.
One of the housekeeping staff brings out our plates, which had been prepared ahead of time by the lady who’d fetched us tea earlier. I think she left already, which is kind of a shame—the spread is one of the most luxurious-looking meals I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing. She must have some serious talent.
“Please help yourselves,” Sennouji says, chopsticks in hand.
“Thank
