When he reached the last name, Kamisato Ayato, laughing in anger, put down the list and gestured toward the shadows behind him.
Exactly ten figures appeared silently like ghosts, kneeling on the ground.
These ten were the most elite "Roots of the Shuumatsuban" of the Kamisato Clan.
"Yashiro Commission, Minister of Rites Sun Xiaochuan."
"This man trafficked twenty-seven Inazuman women to Snezhnaya, nineteen of whom are confirmed dead. He colluded with Fatui remnants to smuggle contraband, and the evidence is irrefutable."
"..."
"Bring him to me..."
"Seize him!!!"
"Shua shua shua—"
The ninjas' figures vanished into the night.
Moments later, a man tied up like a bundle with a rag stuffed in his mouth was dragged into the center of the courtyard.
He struggled desperately, his eyes filled with terror and pleading.
Kamisato Ayato didn't even spare him a glance, merely waving his hand gently.
The ten ninjas drew their blades simultaneously.
Blade-light wove into a chilling net under the moonlight.
"Puchi—!!!"
The dull sound of sharp blades cutting through flesh.
In an instant, Sun Xiaochuan was sliced into dozens of pieces, flesh and blood splattering everywhere.
Kamisato Ayaka turned pale and suddenly turned away, covering her nose and mouth with her sleeve, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Paimon let out a terrified "ow" and ducked behind Lumine, his small body shaking like a leaf: "Waaaah!!!"
Arataki Itto, however, widened his eyes in amazement: "Whoa! These guys' knife skills! They're way better than that fishmonger in Ritou!"
Kuki Shinobu stomped hard on his foot.
King looked at the pile of flesh and blood expressionlessly, taking a sip of hot water.
Kamisato Ayato took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood droplets from his face as if he were merely brushing away a speck of dust.
He turned to King with an impeccable, gentle smile on his face, though a trace of lingering ferocity remained in his eyes.
"Pardon the unsightly scene, my lord." He bowed slightly. "It is my failure that such a parasite emerged within the Yashiro Commission. The Kamisato Clan will prepare funds, and within three days, we will surely provide a satisfactory compensation to Fontaine and the people of Inazuma."
King nodded, put down his cup, and stood up.
The business was done; it was time to go back to sleep.
"It is late. Why doesn't my lord stay the night at my humble abode?"
Kamisato Ayato immediately stepped forward, his tone perfectly warm: "Guest rooms are already prepared, and the hot springs have been readied. My lord has been busy today; it would be a good chance to relax."
As he spoke, he inconspicuously made two gestures to Kamisato Ayaka.
Ayaka was startled at first, then nodded slightly and turned to walk quickly toward the inner courtyard, clearly going to "prepare."
King gave Kamisato Ayato a cold glance.
He hated trouble, and he hated this kind of "warmth" that was clearly filled with calculation even more.
After a whole day of killing, King was somewhat weary and didn't want to stay any longer.
"No need."
He spat out those two words and turned to leave.
"My lord!" Kamisato Ayato hurriedly followed, his tone carrying a perfect touch of anxiety and humility. "Is my humble abode's hospitality lacking? Or..."
His gaze suddenly drifted toward Lumine, his eyes filled with the plea of "help me out, old friend."
Lumine: "..."
Paimon poked half his head out from behind her, blinked, and suddenly flew out, putting his hands on his hips as he said to Kamisato Ayato:
"Ayato! We're definitely going back to the ship!"
"Your place is full of the smell of blood. It's more comfortable to sleep on the ship, and there's the midnight snack Lynette made!"
Kamisato Ayato's mouth twitched slightly.
My little ancestor, if the smell of blood is strong, I can mop the floor myself later.
If you want a midnight snack, I'll have Ayaka make ten tables of snacks for you later.
I beg you, read the room before you speak!
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