I shake my head. We hadn’t prepared for this scenario, so I obviously don’t have any sort of fake ID. The jig is up.
“I see, so it was all a farce all along. Enough of this,” he spits out, glaring at Makiri-sensei. “It looks like your teacher is nothing but a failure after all. She wouldn’t even last a single day at my workplace.”
Her father’s scathing words emanate an intense pressure, to say nothing of the daggers he’s staring at us. I can practically feel his hostility from a mile away.
Makiri-sensei looks to be in complete shock at his words, but after a moment of hesitation, she manages to resolve herself. “What?! It’s not your place to judge me as a failure, Father! Maybe if you weren’t so determined to marry me off to a complete stranger, then I wouldn’t have resorted to this!”
