Yushiro retreated to Tamayo's side, glaring at Han Zhiqi with resentment in his eyes.
Han Zhiqi warily sized up the two demons before him. Though she had said they would not harm them, demons were demons in the end.
Tamayo handed the collected blood samples to Yushiro, who carefully put them away.
"Are you from the Demon Slayer Corps?"
Tamayo asked casually. It was not that she did not know their identities; the awkward atmosphere simply needed an opening line.
Nohime turned to glance at Han Zhiqi beside her. Since Han Zhiqi said nothing, she did not dare speak carelessly either.
Tamayo was not angered by their silence. She smiled gently. "If that's the case, we won't disturb you any longer." She gave a slight nod and a simple farewell gesture before turning to leave.
"Wait." Seeing the two about to depart, Han Zhiqi hurriedly called out to stop them.
"May I ask what you need, sir? Or do you intend to carry out the Demon Slayer Corps' duty and behead us?"
Despite the gravity of the question, it sounded as casual as ever from the woman's lips.
Han Zhiqi froze for a moment, but quickly regained his composure.
"I have a few questions for you."
"Is that the attitude you take when asking someone for answers? What a rude fellow. No comment."
Yushiro was still furious about what had happened earlier. He flatly refused Han Zhiqi, then turned to Tamayo. "Lady Tamayo, let's ignore this lunatic and stay away from him, in case his brain short-circuits again."
"Yushiro, you mustn't insult this gentleman to his face. He had no choice but to act as he did. You were drawing blood, but from this gentleman's perspective, he may have mistaken it for you trying to harm this young lady."
Hearing