In the quiet log cabin, father and daughter sat facing each other.
Miyamoto Mito held the teapot, pouring tea for her father, Miyamoto Weimen, her face filled with joy; her father only came to see her once a month.
Moreover, very few people came here, so every time her father came to see her, Miyamoto Mito was very happy.
"Ah, how can I bear it!"
Looking at his daughter's joyful face, Miyamoto Weimen's heart clenched painfully as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade.
His daughter treated him so sincerely, yet he, as a father, was about to send his daughter to her death...
"Father, please have some tea!"
Miyamoto Mito handed over the hot tea, smiling sweetly as she spoke.
"Good... good!"
Miyamoto Weimen took the teacup in his hands, using it to mask his distressing mood, but inside, he began to have second thoughts, unable to harm his daughter no matter what.
She was so pitiable, so kind, so deserving of sympathy...
"No one can harm my daughter!"