A strange sensation came from her body, and Koinatsu almost activated it.
The weakness was gone; all that remained was a vibrant body.
There are still many unknowns that need to be discovered gradually.
"You have now successfully become a ghost."
As he spoke, Scribe took out a small knife and handed it to Koinatsu.
"Want to try it?"
Looking at the small knife in her hand, still somewhat confused, Koinatsu picked it up and made a sharp cut in her palm.
"Whoosh~"
In the blink of an eye, a line of blood appeared in his palm, followed by gushing blood.
A sharp pain came over her, letting her know that she wasn't dreaming.
Just as Koinatsu was about to call out and look for bandages, Scribe grabbed her hand.
"Look, it's already healing."
A tingling sensation came from her palm. Looking down, Koinatsu saw that her wound was healing.
Although it's somewhat slow, it's far from what it used to be.
"I... I succeeded?"
"Yes, you succeeded."
Scribe took a towel from the side and handed it to Koinatsu.
"From today onwards, you are a ghost."
With a slight upturn of her lips, just as Koinatsu was wondering whether to laugh or cry, a childish female voice came from behind her.
"Sister Koinatsu!"
A dark figure leaped up and landed behind Koinatsu.
"I knew you would succeed."
"You have no idea how nervous I was when I saw you like that before."
"Fortunately, with the help of the Mister Scribe, we are not afraid of any difficulties."
With her head buried in Koinatsu's shoulder and hair, Shiragiku was like a chatterbox, talking non-stop.
Looking back, Koinatsu saw Tamayo, Yushiro, Gyutaro standing there.
"It's good that you succeeded. You're such a strong child."
Stepping forward, Tamayo stroked Koinatsu's face, a hint of pride and satisfaction flashing in her eyes.
"Well, I'd say it's not bad, but I didn't find it surprising at all."
With his arms crossed, Yushiro had an expression that said, "I knew this would happen."
As for Gyutaro, he simply glanced at Tamayo silently and nodded slightly.
However, judging from the slight upturn of his lips, he was clearly happy for Koinatsu's success.
The Shiragiku blossoms chirped incessantly, just like sparrows.
"Let me tell you, Sister Koinatsu, if it weren't for Mister Scribe's blood..."
"Koume!"
Before she could finish speaking, Tamayo suddenly interrupted her.
He frowned slightly, seemingly unwilling to bring up the matter.
Realizing she might have let something slip, Koume quickly covered her mouth and lowered her head.
"Mister Scribe, what's wrong?"
Turning to look at the Scribe, Koinatsu found that the other party simply shrugged.
"Do I look like something's wrong?"
As he spoke, he stretched out an arm and waved it in front of Koinatsu.
"Look, there's no wound at all."
After a careful examination, Koinatsu did not find any wounds.
Just when she thought Koume was joking, she sniffed and immediately realized something was wrong.
Two different smells of blood swirled in my nostrils, one of which was my own.
The other one, though I hadn't smelled it before, had a familiar feel to it.
Soon, she found a bag of neatly tied-up trash in a secluded corner.
Upon opening it, one finds several blood-stained towels and some human flesh inside.
There were obvious bite marks on the skin.
"This is..."
"This was made for you by the Scribe."
With a sigh, Tamayo walked to Koinatsu's side and said softly.
"Because you expended too much energy before becoming a ghost, you need to replenish a lot of nutrients immediately."
"And the Scribe simply put his arm right up to your mouth."
"He is the highest grade of Rare Blood; even just a portion of it is enough to fill your stomach."
Hearing this, Koinatsu understood where the items in the garbage bags came from.
"Mister Scribe!"
He quickly turned his head to look, but Koinatsu found that Scribe was just smiling at him.
"I've said it before, we are family."
"What's a little thing to do for your family?"
Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Koinatsu threw herself into Scribe's arms and burst into tears.
Scribe simply hugged her tightly and stroked her soft hair.
"From now on, I will support you."
Koinatsu's successful transformation into a demon was undoubtedly a good thing, and Yushiro and Tamayo gained a lot of valuable experience through this ceremony.
The former even stated that once he analyzes and puts this data into practice, he can further improve the success rate and speed!
After leaving those words, he threw himself into his new research.
Koume stayed by Koinatsu's side, trying her best to help her adapt completely in a short period of time.
Gyutaro returned to his work, continuing to quietly complete the tasks assigned by the Scribe.
As for the Scribe and Tamayo, they also had a long-awaited chat.
Lying on the field, with one arm around Tamayo, the Scribe told her about attending the meeting.
Leaning her head against the Scribe's chest, Tamayo listened silently to the end.
"You did the right thing."
"There's no problem with joining forces with the Hyakuya Family, but as for the Shinri Family, well, I've felt something was off about them for a long time."
"Since the disappearance of a certain clan leader, the style and way of doing things of the entire clan have changed dramatically."
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe asked instinctively.
"The clan leader has disappeared? Which unlucky fellow was it?"
"Shinri Masato".
"Shinri Masato?"
Upon hearing the name again, the Scribe made sure to confirm it once more.
"Are you sure his name is Shinri Masato?"
"Of course, I specifically looked it up."
Nodding, Tamayo said very seriously.
"Although the Shinri Family's official statement to the outside world is that the patriarch contracted a serious illness and died suddenly."
"But based on various clues, I am certain that the information I received is correct."
"That's interesting."
With a cold smile, a glint of unreadable light flashed in the Scribe's eyes.
Chapter 444 Koinatsu
Looking at the Scribe, Tamayo didn't understand why he had said that, but she didn't ask.
In the days that followed, the Scribe stayed by Tamayo's side for a whole month.
Although Tamayo didn't show much on her face, she was secretly very happy.
As for the Scribe, he also enjoyed this kind of life.
Except for two guys who would bother him from time to time.
"Mister Scribe, our team members are all ready. When would you like to meet them?"
"Sir, I'm planning to order some team uniforms. Do you have any suggestions?"
Whenever he has free time, Gyutaro and Yushiro appear around him, "kindly" urging him to attend some team-building event.
Of course, the Scribe refused them every time.
Seeing the Scribe drinking tea with a calm expression, Yushiro's expression darkened.
"Looks like we've failed again."
However, just as he was about to give up, the Scribe suddenly spoke.
"Sure, I can go."
"Really?"
"Are you serious, Mister Scribe?!"
Startled, Yushiro and Gyutaro exchanged a glance, seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.
This is probably the best news for their group.
"Certainly."
Nodding, the Scribe continued.
"However, I'm afraid your group won't accept me."
With their heads tilted to the side, Yushiro and Gyutaro didn't realize what the Scribe meant.
The next second, Scribe, who was sitting there drinking tea, twisted his body and disappeared.
Only the still slightly warm teacup remained on the table. (Reading by La)
Upon seeing this, Yushiro and Gyutaro instantly understood.
"They were both scammed."
Qi Qi turned to look in the direction of the door and sure enough, they saw Koinatsu's figure there.
"As expected, this is what you did."
Gritting his teeth, Yushiro didn't know what to say for a moment.
Gyutaro remained silent, raising his arm several times, only to lower it again.
He quickly looked away when he saw the petite figure following behind Koinatsu.
"It was the Mister Scribe told me to do it, so don't blame me."