"Okite Tanuki, what did you say?"
Kamiyagawa's voice, devoid of any obvious emotional fluctuation, echoed once again in the grand hall.
The Eight Hundred and Eight Tanukis crowded in the main seat, with eyes now devoid of any anger, only left with confusion, horror, and helplessness.
As the aura of Mary and the Karasutengu descended upon the Tanuki Imperial Palace's main hall, it rampaged chaotically. An indescribable fear grew wildly in the old tanuki cat's heart, sweeping through its whole body, as if it could make its soul tremble.
"I..." The Eight Hundred and Eight Tanukis finally spoke, its voice squeezed out of its throat, weak and powerless, completely lacking the aggressive status from earlier, even making itself feel unfamiliar, "I said... please be seated, guests."
As the slightly trembling words fell,
The opulent red-black dress swaying in the grand hall, along with the Tengu whose wings pressed down like dark clouds, vanished simultaneously.
