The First Demon Slayer Corps

After returning to Watanabe Shimizu's residence, Rota received an enthusiastic welcome. Though it was getting late, Watanabe Shimizu insisted on preparing a late-night snack for him. Due to the time, there was not much—just some dango.

Rota did not care much about how lavish the snack was. Watanabe Shimizu's thoughtfulness was already enough. He had rarely eaten dango, whether on Earth or in the Douluo Plane, so it felt like a fresh new delicacy.

"Old Heavenly Master, are you sure that thing has been dealt with? There shouldn't be any more problems at the lumber mill in the future, right?" Watanabe Shimizu asked worriedly.

Rota swallowed a dango, paused, then slowly explained, "It's hard to say for sure. But there shouldn't be any major problems for the time being."

Rota told Watanabe Shimizu the truth. He did not want his false information to cause the man to let down his guard and meet with disaster.

"I see. It seems I'll have to remain more vigilant in the future. Still, the mill should be able to resume operations." Due to the demons appearing around Watanabe Shimizu's lumber mill, fewer and fewer people had come to work there, and business had become bleak.

Since demons existed, the Demon Slayer Corps presumably would not be entirely unknown. Watanabe Shimizu could seek help from them.

Rota could help Watanabe for now, but he could not stay by his side at all times afterward. He was not a nanny and had no intention of becoming such cheap labor.

"Mr. Watanabe, have you ever heard of the Demon Slayer Corps?" Rota calmly looked at Watanabe Shimizu and asked unhurriedly.

Watanabe Shimizu frowned as he thought it over. "The Demon Slayer Corps? It sounds familiar... I heard they're a group of swordsmen dedicated to slaying evil beings,