As soon as he finished speaking, Gyutaro suddenly paused, then looked at the Scribe.
"Sir, could it be that..."
"That's right."
Nodding, Scribe took a sip of tea and then spoke.
"The reason why Brain Food did this is because it has a partner."
"A partner who can distribute those photos in a short period of time."
"In other words, Brain Food has partnered with a top human noble."
The moment this conclusion was reached, every ghost present was shocked.
The idea of "ghosts and humans negotiating cooperation" has never happened in the past few hundred years.
Even Muzan, who disguised himself in human society, only used humans as tools, not as partners.
But there is no better explanation for what Brain Foods did than this one.
"This is troublesome."
Upon hearing this answer, a serious expression appeared on Tamayo's face.
Although she didn't go out much, Tamayo was still very clear about the true colors of those nobles.
The mere act of defaming Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals is enough to secure cooperation from many competitors.
Not to mention what they might do after they learn that the Scribe possesses "special abilities".
Interrogation, arrest, trial, forced confession.
Such things are only the surface level.
In order to obtain that unknown and mysterious power, the nobles who usually consider themselves noble will inevitably go to any lengths.
Even those families you're on good terms with might stab you in the back.
Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals is now in a precarious and crisis-ridden state.
Chapter 505 Returning to Yoriichi's Grave
"So what should we do?"
After a moment's thought, Gyutaro gave up.
Using his brain has never been one of his strengths.
"No need to do anything special."
Tamayo, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, her expression calm.
"According to the Scribe, a large number of humans entered the village. After witnessing the battle Demon Slayer and the demons, some lucky ones managed to escape with their lives."
"Since that's the case, it's too late to do anything now."
"It's too late."
He Gyutaro, wanting to say something more.
But at this moment, the Scribe spoke up.
Let's do it this way.
"Everything is running normally, except for one thing to note."
"What?"
"During this period, we will refuse any visits from anyone who wants to come to visit us."
As he spoke, he looked at Gyutaro.
The latter nodded immediately, indicating that he understood.
"Don't worry, sir, no matter who comes, I won't let them in."
After saying that, he patted his chest.
"I have some good news to share that will cheer everyone up."
Suddenly, Yushiro spoke, his expression showing some excitement.
"Is it the matter I mentioned before?"
"That's right, Ms. Tamayo, I succeeded."
Upon hearing this, the Scribe asked with some curiosity.
"What's making you all so happy?"
Breakthrough progress has been made in the research of pharmaceuticals.
Waving his hands excitedly, Yushiro shared his latest research findings.
After studying the process of "ghostification" for so long, he discovered that there are two key areas that need to be explored.
The first is the success rate, that is, the pass rate in the process of transforming a human into a ghost.
Secondly, time is crucial; the shorter the completion time, the more likely it is to avoid unexpected problems.
During Koinatsu's demon transformation, Yushiro obtained important data and made a major breakthrough in "time".
"If we perform the demon transformation again, the time can be reduced by at least one-third!"
His eyes were filled with fire, and his expression was full of excitement.
It's quite remarkable that Yushiro was able to research demonization to this extent without Muzan's "help".
Just as he was about to boast to Scribe about his achievement, Koume interrupted.
"What if the process of becoming a demon fails?"
"This..."
Speechless for a moment, Yushiro lowered his head instantly, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"That's just a matter of fate."
With a pout, Koume snuggled closer to the Scribe's embrace.
"Even if time is fast, what does it matter if there's no success rate?"
"For ordinary people, the more powerful the being, the higher the probability of them becoming a demon!"
Unable to bear Koume's complaints any longer, Yushiro slammed his fist on the table in shame and indignation, trying to explain.
With both the Scribe and the Gyutaro present, Koume was not afraid of Yushiro at all.
For a moment, the room was filled with the sounds of them "arguing".
Shaking his head helplessly, the Scribe could only look at Tamayo.
Are you busy lately?
"Fortunately, all the major tasks at hand have been completed."
"In that case, would you like to go out with me?"
Taken aback, Tamayo didn't understand why the Scribe suddenly wanted to take her out.
"I want to go and see the grave."
"Are these their graves?"
"Um."
Upon hearing this, a look of concern appeared on Tamayo's face.
She gently touched the Scribe's face with her soft hand and said tenderly.
"Okay, I'll go with you wherever you want to go."
Without saying a word, the Scribe simply held Tamayo's hand and smiled gently.
After they agreed on the plan, the Scribe gave Yushiro a flick on the forehead.
Covering his head, Yushiro looked at the Scribe with a somewhat innocent expression.
His eyes kept falling on Koume, as if he was saying something.
"Yushiro, do you have a problem with Koume?"
At that moment, Gyutaro suddenly slapped his hand and grabbed Yushiro's shoulder.
"I don't think Mister Scribe handled this matter well. What do you think?"
Seeing Gyutaro's clenched fist, Yushiro nodded knowingly.
"I think it's fine."
"That's good."
After receiving a satisfactory answer, Gyutaro happily patted Yushiro on the shoulder.
"Dead sister-obsessed."
"What did you say?!"
"I said you love Koume very much."
Yushiro quickly changed the subject, saying that he would continue his research and hoped to shorten the time to the limit.
After saying that, he ran out of the room without looking back.
After he left, the Scribe also said that he and Tamayo would be leaving for a while.
Upon hearing that Scribe had just returned and was about to leave again, Koume grabbed his arm and pouted.
Judging from her pleading expression, it was as if she was saying, "Make a choice."
Either take me with you, or go later.
However, a single glance from Tamayo made Koume panic.
Reluctantly letting go of Scribe's arm, she crossed her arms, her face clearly showing her displeasure.
Seeing this, Koinatsu tactfully hugged Koume and started chatting with her about other topics.
As for Gyutaro, he had absolutely nothing to say.
If the Scribe told him to follow, he would follow; if the Scribe told him not to follow, he would follow Koume instead.
The next evening, the Scribe and Tamayo set off.
"Come to think of it, it's been a long time since we've gone out to play like this."
When she was alone with the Scribe, Tamayo's expression softened considerably.
When we went to the Soryu Dojo before, although we went together, we had a specific purpose.
This time it's about the same, but there's much more time.
Therefore, the Scribe and Tamayo did not forget to stop and enjoy themselves during their journey.
Especially for Tamayo, the last time something like this happened was more than a hundred years ago.
She took the opportunity to completely relax for a while.
Finally, one evening, they arrived at their destination.
Countless vines intertwined, and one could vaguely make out that there once stood a house here.
It was very quiet around, with only the occasional chirping of insects and birds, and the sound of spring water colliding.
"Let's go."
Taking a deep breath, the Scribe took Tamayo's hand and walked to the back.
There, three small graves clustered together.
The words on the two stone slabs are no longer clearly visible due to rain and sun exposure.
Even with the best of my ability, I could only make out two characters.
"Wife" and "Son"