The hunched old man looked at him one last time, wearily saying farewell, "That's all I can do."
Ignoring the angry roars behind him.
He closed the door.
"Watch him closely."
He said this last to the overseer, "If he makes a reckless move, it's okay to kill him."
The overseer nodded indifferently.
Lord Inugami never looked back, walking straight ahead, through layers of defenses, until he saw Horn Mountain waiting at the entrance.
"Where is he?" he asked.
"Already here," Horn Mountain replied, "waiting for you."
Lord Inugami nodded and walked straight toward the heavily guarded quiet room.
Passing through corridors and portals, he pushed open the last paper door.
There he saw the young Samarai kneeling under the calligraphy, as if he had already foreseen something, his eyes lowered, expression devoid of any fluctuations.
There was no sign of the impulsiveness and impatience usually deliberately displayed.
No more disguising the fox-like dark maliciousness in his eyes.
