Igula's sudden question caught Hanna off guard, her eyebrows lifting slightly, "What do you mean?"
"Miss," Igula drawled, "from the beginning, we accepted your invitation, and that's why we became members of the Funeral Service Office. From the start, you never clarified the significance of the Weaving Festival for us—you didn't even mention that it was an adventure that required risking our lives."
Hanna narrowed her eyes, "I didn't expect the first list to be—"
"But now, Ash's interest has been damaged because of your plan."
Igula straightened up, his gaze fixed on Hanna, "His status as an outsider is known to all, he's wanted by the Kingdom of Gospel, he's even been mistakenly identified by the Gospel Book as a party to future disasters—Miss, surely you aren't going to say that Ash's current predicament is his own fault and has nothing to do with you?"
Banjee couldn't help but speak up, "But our plan hasn't even started, and Ash—he—"
"Of course, it has to do with me."
