For now, it doesn’t look like anything I can do would make a difference.
If it belongs to my family, the safest thing would be to bury it, so tampering in any other way probably wouldn’t be a good thing.
I’ll just have to discuss this with the tax counselor later and, in any case, I have lots worse to worry about.
I take a good look at the situation where I’ve left myself.
Kei: ……Where… is this?
I’m still lost in the woods.
No, no, seeing as it’s a mountain, maybe it would be better to say we’re “between a rock and a hard place?” O~h, is that so?
Cool down, cool down. If I have time to think up puns, then I’m in better shape than I thought. (TN: Kei’s actual word was “sounan” in Japanese, to which her own reply was, “he~h, sou nan desu ka? (is that so?)”)
Let’s just calm down and remember. Before I resolved to backtrack down, I hadn’t passed through this place.
In other words, I made a wrong turn somewhere on my way here, so…
…………
Come to think of it, it doesn’t seem quite unlike I saw a three-way fork coming this way.
Well, there’s no point in lounging about here, anymore, thus I begin to back-trace the way I came.