It was past midnight. Manjiro's hands and face were stained with blood. There was so much blood that it seemed that even the sky turned blood red. The face of the head of Bonten remained impassive.

He heard a child crying. He went into the room and found the cradle with the baby there. the man lifted the baby in his arms, the child looked at him and began to smile. A gentle smile appeared on Manjiro and tears flowed from his eyes: "Such an innocent, defenseless soul... My little angel..."