As the person in charge of security for the entire Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals, Gyutaro is the boss of the boss of two male bosses.
On ordinary days, Gyutaro is extremely demanding of them.
Not only are they required to meet daily exercise standards, but they are also required to memorize the faces of important people to avoid embarrassing situations where they don't recognize them.
But now, that usually cold and aloof Gyutaro is talking nonstop like a child.
Judging from her demeanor, she showed great respect for the young man.
"Bad thing!"
A fine layer of sweat appeared on the foreheads of the two men, who realized that they had no idea what the Scribe looked like.
However, judging from Gyutaro's attitude, he is clearly an important figure at Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals.
"Damn it, I always make sure to remember it properly."
"But I really haven't seen that man."
After exchanging a glance, they both saw a hint of doubt in each other's eyes.
Could I have misread it?
Just as they were thinking this, believing that Gyutaro had mistaken them for someone else, a gentle voice rang out.
"Alright, you guys stop blocking the doorway and chatting."
Upon hearing the voice, the two men guarding the gate knew who it belonged to.
Tamayo!
They quickly lowered their heads, only daring to peek out of the corner of their eyes.
A second later, Tamayo was seen standing behind the Scribe.
At that moment, they knew that Gyutaro had definitely not mistaken them for someone else.
Even if he really admits his mistake, can Tamayo still admit her mistake?
The fact that someone as important as Ms. Tamayo, who was in charge of overseeing the entire pharmaceutical industry, was following behind the man undoubtedly demonstrates his importance.
'I'm doomed, this time I'm definitely going to die.'
Sweat poured down their faces, and just as the two were about to speak, the Scribe spoke first.
'Alright, let's go inside then.'
As he spoke, he stepped forward and walked between the two men.
He patted the two of them on the shoulder and said casually.
"With such dedicated and responsible people like you guarding the gate, I feel very reassured."
"Yes, sir!"
"With their arms crossed behind their backs," the two men shouted.
We will certainly not let you down!
After glancing at the two of them, Tamayo said nothing and walked straight over.
Asatsuru only glanced at it curiously before following along.
After the three men left, Gyutaro called the two men aside.
"Originally, you should have been punished for not recognizing that gentleman."
"We are very sorry about this."
With their heads bowed, the two burly men stood before Gyutaro like students being scolded, not daring to refute him at all.
They knew very well that being stubborn at this point would only bring them trouble.
The benefits offered by Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals are considered industry benchmarks, and neither of them wanted to be laid off under any circumstances.
"However, it's not entirely your fault."
Suddenly, the conversation shifted, Gyutaro spoke slowly.
"That gentleman doesn't come here very often."
"It's our fault. Even if it only happens once every few months, we should still remember it."
Gyutaro glanced at the man who had spoken, but did not correct the error in his words.
For ordinary humans, several months is a very long time.
But for the Scribe, Tamayo, and themselves, it wasn't a very long time.
Knowing it was unnecessary, Gyutaro changed the subject.
I'll let you off this time, but there will be a next time.
He paused, then glared at the two of them fiercely, like a vicious dog staring intently at its prey.
A suffocating sense of oppression came over them, almost making the two men lose their footing.
By the time they realized what was happening, Gyutaro was already far away.
Touching their soaked clothes, one of them said to his companion.
"By the way, do you remember that gentleman's name?"
'I think it's called Scribe.'
"Scribe? That's the same name as our founder."
"So what? Maybe the name was inherited."
"Wave your hand," another man said, still shaken.
"You're still discussing this? Aren't you afraid that Gyutaro will hear you?"
"Oh, right, right, never mind, never mind."
Realizing he had been too talkative, the man quickly shut up, returned to his seat, and continued guarding the door.
Meanwhile, Taro, who was chasing after the Scribe, also fell into deep thought.
He was considering whether to draw a portrait of the Scribe and give each employee of Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals a copy.
In his view, not knowing the Scribe was undoubtedly an unforgivable sin.
"How could such a great person Mister Scribe not be well-known?"
Whenever the Scribe is mentioned, Gyutaro's eyes seem to light up.
The man who rescued him and his sister from their misery was, without a doubt, their god!
With that in mind, he decided to discuss it with his sister.
Presumably, Koume, who admires the Mister Scribe so much, will agree to this decision.
If Doma were to see Gyutaro's appearance, he would be very curious.
He had only ever seen this appearance in his own Eternal Paradise Cult.
Moreover, only a very small number of people have such an expression.
He called this type of person a fanatic.
Chapter 355 The Cold and Lovely Shiragiku
It didn't take long for Gyutaro to catch up with the three Scribe.
"Gyutaro, this is Asatsuru. She will be living here from now on."
Pulling Asatsuru behind him to the front, Scribe introduced her to Asahi.
"Please arrange accommodation for her first, and we'll discuss it in detail later."
"Yes, Mister Scribe."
Nodding, Gyutaro was absolutely committed to carrying out the Scribe's orders.
Although he didn't know who Asatsuru was, it didn't matter to him.
In his view, anyone brought back by the Scribe was acceptable.
Thinking of this, he didn't forget to give Asatsuru a kind smile.
Unfortunately, his slightly ferocious expression, coupled with a few black spots, made him look anything but kind.
With a sudden tightening in her heart, Asatsuru wanted to stand back behind the Scribe.
"Don't be afraid. He may look ugly, but he's kind at heart."
Realizing that Asatsuru was afraid of something, the Scribe said reassuringly.
"If you don't believe me, you can ask his sister."
Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Asatsuru asked curiously.
"A younger sister? Does he have a younger sister?"
Of course, Koume is a beauty.
Gyutaro, of course, spared no praise for his younger sister.
Gyutaro bowed slightly to Asatsuru and said.
"Thank you for your help."
Although she didn't know exactly how old Gyutaro's sister was, Asatsuru could roughly deduce from her appearance that she was about the same age as herself.
Arriving in an unfamiliar environment and meeting a girl of similar age is undoubtedly a lucky thing.
Since the Scribe was a man, there were many things that Asatsuru was embarrassed to say.
While Tamayo might be able to help him, the aura she exudes that keeps strangers at bay makes it difficult for Asatsuru to start a conversation with her.
Through Gyutaro's sister, he might be able to better understand Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals, Scribe, and Tamayo.
Nodding, Gyutaro began to speak.
"Then come with me first, I'll take you to find a room."
With that, he turned and left with Asatsuru.
"I'm leaving too."
With a slight sigh, Tamayo said she was also leaving.
"So soon? Aren't you going to rest for a bit?"
Shaking her head, Tamayo glanced at the Scribe with a somewhat resentful look.
'If someone could manage things, my life would be much easier.'
"Forehead."
His expression froze instantly; the Scribe knew what Tamayo meant.
"Don't worry, I'll definitely take care of everything for you when I get back this time."
Patting his chest, the Scribe said very seriously.
"Then you can finally get some rest."
Without saying a word, Tamayo simply nodded slightly and turned to leave.
Watching the other person's departing figure, Scribe couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
Although Tamayo doesn't like to talk, she has indeed done a lot for herself.
For so long, thanks to her silent support, he was able to go out and search for Muzan worries.
Thinking of this, the Scribe couldn't help but curse inwardly.
It's all Muzan's fault!
On the other side, Muzan, who was studying the herbs, suddenly trembled.
A sudden chill ran through him, causing him to instinctively stop what he was doing.
"Why do I suddenly feel uncomfortable all over?"