Several days passed, and Kanako's father returned home.
It was relatively late at night and the apartment was only lit up by a few dim lights.
"I must say, good work, Hanae. I never expected you to improve so much."
"U-um, Father, can you continue to make Mizuhara my tutor? I still have much to impro—"
"Sorry, I'm afraid Mizuhara didn't become your tutor because he wanted to."
"W-what do you mean...?"
"I was going to tell you this at some point—I threatened him."
"Y-you threatened him...?"
"Yes, now that he's completed the task I set for him, I'm not going to be able to control him anymore."
"But... why...?"
Kanako's father took a seat at the dinner table.
As Kanako tried to come to terms with what she heard, her father began making his way into his room. He had just had a long trip back and was quite tired. Her father made his bed and lay in the blankets.
A few minutes later, Kanako barged into the room.
"I want to transfer to National High School."