Army Chief of Staff Yamamoto suddenly stood up: "Your Majesty! This person's origins are unknown, how can he..."
Before he could finish, Douma's figure already appeared behind Yamamoto, his folding fan gently resting on his shoulder: "Lord Yamamoto seems to have some misunderstanding about me~"
Yamamoto's body stiffened. He felt a bone-chilling cold spread from his shoulder throughout his body. His lips instantly turned blue and purple. Under the terrified gazes of everyone, Yamamoto's body slowly fell, his skin covered with a thin layer of frost.
"Congratulations to Lord Yamamoto on his journey to paradise!" Douma clapped excitedly.
The council hall was dead silent. The ministers looked in horror at Yamamoto lying on the ground, no one daring to make a sound.
Douma smiled as he scanned the room, his golden folding fan gently swaying, emitting a faint rustling sound. He looked at the terrified ministers around him: "Aren't you going to congratulate him?"
The air in the council hall seemed to freeze. The ministers looked at each other, no one daring to speak first. Douma's icy blue eyes swept over everyone, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Con... congratulations, Lord Yamamoto!" Finally, an elderly minister said with a trembling voice.
This faint congratulation seemed to open a floodgate, and countless congratulations poured out. Other ministers echoed: "Congratulations, Lord Yamamoto!"
Douma nodded in satisfaction, his golden folding fan snapping shut: "That's more like it~"
Yoshihito sat on the throne, watching this scene and nodding in satisfaction: "Now, who else has an objection to Our decision?"
The hall was silent, only heavy breathing rising and falling. Yoshihito stood up, looking down at the ministers from his elevated position: "From today onwards, the Empire will usher in a new order. We will personally take charge of military and political power, and the Cabinet will be reorganized into an advisory body."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over each pale face: "Those willing to pledge allegiance to the new order may stay. Those unwilling to..."
Douma opportunely opened his fan and gently waved it, and the temperature in the hall plummeted.
"I, I pledge allegiance to Your Majesty!" The Minister of Finance was the first to prostrate himself on the ground.
"We, your humble servants, pledge allegiance to Your Majesty!" Other ministers followed suit, their foreheads pressed to the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
"Very good." Yoshihito showed a satisfied smile: "Mr. Douma will assist you all in handling government affairs. Remember, from now on, there will only be one voice in Nihon, and that is Our voice."
"We shall now announce several new decrees."
He clapped his hands, and an attendant immediately presented a scroll of imperial edict in bright yellow.
"First, abolish the parliamentary system and restore direct imperial rule."
"Second, establish a Special Action Squad, to be fully responsible by Mr. Douma, specifically for handling traitors."
"Third..."
One by one, autocratic decrees flowed from Yoshihito's mouth. With each one, the ministers' faces grew paler, but no one dared to raise an objection, after all, Yamamoto's body still lay on the ground, emanating a bone-chilling cold.
"The court is adjourned." Yoshihito waved his hand and turned to leave. Douma cast a flirtatious glance at the ministers and also followed him out of the council hall.
The ministers felt as if they had been granted a great pardon and quickly exited the council hall. Once outside the palace, they immediately gathered in twos and threes, discussing the day's changes in low voices.
"How could His Majesty the Emperor suddenly..."
"Shh! Be careful of eavesdroppers!"
"General Yamamoto just sacrificed himself like that. Who exactly is that person called Douma?"
Vice Prime Minister Matsumoto, who should now be called Prime Minister Matsumoto, walked alone at the end, his expression fluctuating. He touched the wisteria sachet hidden in his sleeve, which a mysterious person had slipped to him this morning.
"Is the Emperor also a demon?" he muttered to himself.
At the same time, in a secret chamber deep within the imperial palace, Yoshihito was respectfully kneeling before Allen.
"Ancestor, everything has been handled as you instructed."
Allen sat in the main seat, slowly sipping his tea: "Well done. Remember, what I want is a stable and obedient Nihon, not a ruin flowing with blood."
"Yes, Xiao Ren understands." Yoshihito pressed his forehead to the ground: "As per your instructions, only the stubborn elements were eliminated; all other usable people were kept."
Douma stood to the side, his golden folding fan covering half his face: "Oh my~ Ancestor, the expressions of those ministers were truly amusing~"
Allen glanced at him: "Don't play too much. Our goal is control, not slaughter."
"Yes~ Ancestor~" Douma quickly knelt down and responded, his forehead covered in cold sweat. This man's strength was becoming more and more terrifying. With just a glance, he felt as if he was being watched by an abyss, his life in danger at any moment.
"Next." Allen put down his teacup: "I want you to quickly take control of the army, police, and intelligence systems. Remember, it should be like boiling a frog in warm water; don't cause too much upheaval."
Yoshihito nodded repeatedly: "Ancestor is wise. Xiao Ren has already drawn up a list, starting with the Ministry of Finance..."
Allen waved his hand to interrupt him: "You can discuss these details yourselves. I only want the results."
He stood up and walked to the window, looking at Mount Fuji in the distance: "In two days, I want to see Nihon initially under my control. After that, I will take Muzan and the other Upper Ranks to temporarily leave this world. You and Douma must manage things well, do you understand?"
Yoshihito's body trembled, and he quickly prostrated himself even lower: "Ancestor, rest assured, Xiao Ren will not fail you!"
Douma also put away his frivolous smile, bowing his head respectfully: "Ancestor, we will handle everything."
Allen turned around, his gaze sweeping over the two of them: "Remember, when I am not here, you are the supreme rulers of Nihon. But if I find you abusing your power, you know the consequences."
"Dare not! Absolutely dare not!" Cold sweat seeped from Yoshihito's and Douma's foreheads: "Xiao Ren (Douma) will definitely adhere to Ancestor's teachings!"
Allen nodded in satisfaction: "Go now, time is pressing."
After the two exited the secret chamber, Allen stood alone in the highest pavilion of the imperial palace, overlooking the entire Kyoto. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the mountain peaks, dyeing the snow-white summit golden.
He let out a soft sigh and murmured: "It's just a pity that the talents of the Demon Slayer Corps are highly unlikely to be used by me."
"I hope you don't get in the way."
Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept through, and Muzan's figure appeared behind him: "Ancestor, everything is ready."
Allen did not turn his head: "How are the army and police systems being controlled?"
"We have already placed our people as you instructed." Muzan answered respectfully: "Especially in key positions, reliable individuals have been replaced."
"Hmm." Allen nodded: "When the new world comes, you will become stronger. I will allow you to relax appropriately based on your performance."
A hint of surprise flashed in Muzan's eyes, and he lowered his head and responded: "Yes, Ancestor."
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