Of those present, only the first group of Demon Slayer who came to provide support were absent.
If the people who came later weren't lying, then the murderer is the Scribe in front of us.
But Tanjiro was still waiting, waiting for the Scribe to say the word "no".
"I killed him."
There was no fluctuation in her tone, and the Scribe's face showed no regret or annoyance.
Yes, but it is as calm as still water.
"Those people are controlled by Brain Eater Demon's and are no longer human."
Please don't say that!
With a loud roar, Tanjiro refuted the Scribe for the first time in his life.
"Regardless of the circumstances, please stop slandering those swordsmen."
Seeing Tanjiro with tears streaming down his face, the Scribe raised an eyebrow.
"No, I'm telling the truth, why don't you believe me?"
Clearly, Tanjiro, like the previous swordsman, used the Scribe's words as an excuse to clear his name.
The saying goes, "Seeing is believing," and people are always willing to believe what they see with their own eyes.
But there is a second half to this sentence.
Seeing is not necessarily believing.
No matter how the Scribe explained, Tanjiro just kept his head down and didn't say a word.
"I've said it before, those people are just empty shells, zombies controlled by ***!"
"Is this all the excuses you have?"
Finally, Tanjiro raised his head and looked at the Scribe.
His eyes were bloodshot and red, as if he hadn't slept for ten days and ten nights.
Despite the arduous battle, Tanjiro did not feel despair.
But at this moment, he really felt a little tired.
Looking back on his past interactions with Scribe, the original beauty and joy now filled him with a sense of disgust.
"Mister Scribe, you..."
Gritting his teeth, Tanjiro pointed a finger.
Although he didn't say the second half of the sentence, the meaning was already quite clear.
This team no longer welcomes the Scribe.
Without speaking, the Scribe simply observed the expressions of the others.
The swordsmiths' confusion and doubt, and Tetsukawara Tessen's bewilderment.
The Tokito Brothers' shock, Genya Shinazugawa's disbelief.
Nezuko's eyes were filled with complex emotions, sometimes lingering on the Scribe, sometimes moving to Tanjiro.
Finally, the Scribe's gaze settled on Kanroji Mitsuri's face.
Contrary to his expectations, the other person's expression was quite simple.
Smile.
It was a smile that came from the depths of one's heart, without any impurities.
"I believe in Mister Scribe; he is not the kind of person who would do such a thing."
Unusually, Kanroji Mitsuri didn't speak loudly, but rather enunciated each word slowly and deliberately, her expression very serious.
"I still remember what happened that day vividly."
"He's not that kind of person; there must be some misunderstanding!"
Everyone present hoped it was a misunderstanding, but the Scribe could not produce any evidence.
If we judge based solely on his one-sided account, what would the deceased swordsman think?
Influenced by this mindset, most people still choose to temporarily reject the Scribe.
"Is that so?"
With a slight upturn of her lips, Scribe looked at Kanroji Mitsuri and said with a smile.
"Mitsuri, are you really going to stand by me?"
"Yes."
Nodding vigorously, Kanroji Mitsuri stepped out from the crowd and stood next to the Scribe.
"You should know that making this choice could result in you losing your position as 'Pillar'."
"I am not afraid, because I trust you, Mister Scribe."
Without saying a word, Scribe gently patted Mitsuri's head, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.
He is a human being, and he has his own feelings.
Despite being misunderstood by everyone, Kanroji Mitsuri's support was enough to move him deeply.
"In that case, let's go."
With that, the Scribe turned around and walked back the way he came.
Kanroji Mitsuri glanced at Tanjiro and the others, her gaze lingering for a moment before she quickly followed.
"Gentlemen, we shall part ways here. No need to see us off!"
The Scribe's voice came from afar, his words so free and unpretentious.
Tanjiro and the others were startled when they heard this.
They clearly sensed the deeper meaning behind that statement.
The Scribe, who returned after a century, has left again today.
This is not the temporary departure of the past, but a real departure.
There were no angry rebukes, no cold stares, and no reluctance or loneliness.
There is only one thing: a sense of calm.
At this moment, many people began to regret not trusting the Scribe.
How could someone capable of expressing such emotions possibly deceive them?
But there's no going back in life.
An invisible rift had quietly appeared, separating them from the Scribe.
No matter how hard everyone tries to patch it up, it will be difficult to close the crack completely.
Did we do something wrong?
Watching the figures of the Scribe and Kanroji Mitsuri disappear into the distance, Tanjiro muttered to himself.
"Mister Scribe, did we really do something wrong?"
Chapter 502 The Plan to Hunt Down the Scribe
The battle is over, and the "murderer," the Scribe, has left.
Subsequent support, led by "Hidden," and its logistics forces arrived one after another.
At that moment, Tanjiro's head lolled to the side and he fainted.
The pressure from the battles and the betrayal of those he trusted left him physically and mentally exhausted.
On the other side, the Scribe and Kanroji Mitsuri were walking on a small path.
"Mister Scribe, where are we going?"
In her daily life, Kanroji Mitsuri's activity locations were very fixed.
The Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters, my home, the area I'm stationed in.
Occasionally, she would come to places like the Swordsmith Village.
Now, having left with Scribe, she doesn't know where to go.
"If you don't know where to go, would you like to come to my house?"
At this point, a blush appeared on Mitsuri's face.
"After all, such a big decision still requires the parents' approval."
"What did you say?"
"There is nothing!"
Kanroji Mitsuri quickly waved her hand, indicating to the Scribe not to take what had just been said to heart.
"I've already decided where I'm going, so you don't need to worry."
"Really? Where is it?"
Have you heard of Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals?
Blinking her eyes, Kanroji Mitsuri's adorable face showed a few question marks.
"It seems... I don't know, is it related to food?"
"..."
While Scribe and Kanroji Mitsuri were heading to Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals, the Brain Food's true form opened its eyes again in the room at the Shinri Family.
An invisible wave emanated, and soon the door was opened and then quickly closed again.
A figure walked up to the brain food.
This person was the middle-aged man who had spoken with Brain Food earlier.
"What did you call me here for? Have you run out of materials?"
"No, it's something else."
The enormous pupils were fixed on the man. Although there was no expression on his face, one could sense that the brain was very happy.
"Any new developments?"
"No, Shinri Keito, it has nothing to do with 'materials'."
The middle-aged man before them was none other than Shinri Keito, the current head of the Shinri Family.
He actually knew the Brain Eater Demon, and judging from their tone of conversation, they seemed very familiar with each other.
"What is it?"
Frowning, Shinri Keito wondered what could possibly make Brain Food so happy besides "materials".
Do you know a human named 'Scribe'?
"The Scribe?"
A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and a look of surprise appeared on Shinri Keito's face before he spoke.
"Why are you asking him what?"
"One of my clones encountered him in an unknown village deep in the forest."
"Forest? Village?"
With his eyes narrowed, Shinri Keito seemed to have thought of something as well.
Not long ago, he did indeed discover an unknown village deep in a forest.
Suspecting a connection to the previous "ghosts" and "Demon Slayer," he sent Shinri Kōjin with a team to investigate.
Looking back now, the "village" they were referring to was very likely a village.
"So, what does the Scribe do there?"