Some Rejoice, Others Worry / The Librarian Is Exposed

The third stone slab is made of granite, and the words on it are still clearly visible even after hundreds of years.

The Tomb of Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

Scribe sat cross-legged, placed the Nichirin Blade beside him, and looked at the tombstone.

"Teacher, I've come to see you."

Chapter 506 Some are happy, some are sad

The tombstones, of course, cannot speak; the Scribe hears only the sound of the wind.

"Do you know what? I've been kicked out again, just like back then."

His gaze was gentle, and his tone was very calm, as if he were not telling his own story.

"You once told me not to hold a grudge."

"But we are very clear that the choice made by Master Uncle Kujou Kokushibo Tsugikuni Michikatsu then was only his personal will."

"All that you've done has led to this outcome."

Tamayo looked at the Scribe silently, without saying a word.

She had heard the Scribe mention these things before.

She also couldn't understand the Demon Slayer Corps' actions at all.

It was clearly Tsugikuni Michikatsu's own fault for wanting to become a demon, but in the end, it was Tsugikuni Yoriichi who bore the consequences.

Along with the young Scribe, they were expelled by the Demon Slayer Corps.

It was Yoriichi introduced the Breathing Technique to the Demon Slayer Corps, giving them a real trump card to fight against demons.

But in the end, Yoriichi was expelled because of this incident.

The originator of Breathing Technique, the founder of Sun Breathing, the strongest swordsman of his time, a man who could kill Muzan with a single strike.

But this is how it ended.

Looking back now, it's ironic.

Although the Scribe did not explicitly state it, Tamayo understood that this matter remained deep in his heart.

"But I know you probably don't like me saying these things."

With a hearty laugh, the Scribe continued.

"Now I have a wife, and although I have no children, I can understand a little better how you felt back then."

"Tamayo, you should remember her, right? Although she was a demon, she was different from Muzan and those guys."

Hearing the Scribe mention her, Tamayo couldn't help but feel a little happy.

This feeling is just like going to see one's father-in-law.

"By the way, I once took in a child as well. Although I didn't teach him swordsmanship, I guess you could call him my disciple."

"His name is Hakuji. He's a little slow-witted, but he's a good kid."

"Now, his descendants are learning from me."

A hint of sadness flashed in Tamayo's eyes when Hakuji was mentioned.

Having lived for hundreds of years, Hakuji can be said to be the first and only human to accompany him and the Scribe.

The rest, including Yushiro, Gyutaro, and even Koume, all saw their time together gradually increase after they became demons.

Only Hakuji was someone she had watched grow up from a child.

Thinking back to the little things in their lives back then, Tamayo's lips couldn't help but curl into a slight smile.

Her ability to accept Asatsuru was partly due to Hakuji.

"I'm quite strong now. Someone Muzan probably couldn't even withstand one of my attacks."

"Unfortunately, that guy has never been willing to come out and fight me."

"Otherwise, I would have resolved this matter long ago and put your mind at ease."

The Scribe talked about whatever came to mind, with little connection between each topic.

Even so, Tamayo was somewhat worried.

She could sense that this time, Scribe was genuinely angry.

"After we get back, I'll make sure Koume and the others cut off all contact with the Demon Slayer Corps."

Even the usually good-tempered Tamayo couldn't help but feel a little angry, gritting her teeth.

Of course, even if she didn't say it, Koume planned to do it anyway.

As demons, they didn't have much affection for the Demon Slayer Corps to begin with.

If it weren't for the Scribe acting as an intermediary, people like Gyutaro and Yushiro wouldn't have given the Demon Slayer Corps a second glance.

Now that the Scribe has been "driven away," there is no need to maintain any further contact.

The Scribe talked about many things, from the beginning of night until dawn.

Later on, his voice became somewhat hoarse.

Let's go.

Finally, he stood up and walked up to Tamayo.

"Are you done talking?"

"Okay, I'm done."

"What did he say?"

"He didn't say anything, but I understood everything."

A faint smile appeared on her face, and Tamayo rested her head on the Scribe's shoulder, speaking gently.

"Once everything is over, I'll have a child for you."

Can there be offspring between humans and ghosts?

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Towards the end, Tamayo's face turned red.

She turned her head away and stopped looking at Scribe.

The Scribe was clearly in a much better mood, and with a hearty laugh, he pulled Tamayo into his arms.

After kissing each other on the cheek, they left before dawn.

Meanwhile, after Tanjiro and the others returned to the Demon Slayer Corps, Ubuyashiki Kagaya also received news that the Scribe had left.

"What? You're saying the Mister Scribe left? And Tanjiro did it?"

Upon hearing this news, the usually composed Yaozai immediately sought confirmation from his wife, Amane Ubuyashiki, hoping it was just a joke.

However, when he learned what had happened from Amane Ubuyashiki, his expression changed.

With his intelligence, how could he not have noticed that something was amiss?

Nevertheless, the Scribe did not produce any substantial evidence.

Afterwards, the members of the Hidden Sect also went to the forest to investigate.

At the site of the explosion, the remains of many Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen were indeed found.

However, due to the combustion, many parts were severely dehydrated, and some even turned into charcoal.

Let alone piecing together the remains, some of them were even unrecognizable.

"Mister Scribe, I..."

With his head bowed, Yaozai clenched his fist and slammed it into the ground.

"How could this happen? The same thing happened that year, how could it happen again?!"

Tears streamed down his face and fell onto the tatami mat. Yaozai didn't know what to do.

In reality, Tanjiro's judgment was quite accurate.

But on the other hand, he was blinded by the surface appearance of things.

"The Demon Slayer Corps is facing a life-or-death crisis."

Some were happy while others were sad. While Yaozai was troubled by this matter, Yu's face was full of smiles.

The guys he sent to the village actually brought him back useful intelligence.

Although only a handful of people survived, what does it matter?

Even if they are all dead, as long as the intelligence is in my hands, that's enough.

Besides, with so many people dead, he can reduce the amount of compensation he promised.

From the very beginning, Ah Yu never considered those people as subordinates.

They are just a group of tools that can be understood.

With a wave of his hand, A-Yu signaled to the butler that they could come in.

"Yes."

The butler bowed slightly and then left.

Shortly after, four men covered in wounds pushed open the door and entered.

As soon as they entered, one of the men, whose arm was bandaged, strode forward and said excitedly.

"My lord, I have not failed in my mission."

"Okay, enough talk, just tell me what you all saw."

Ayu frowned, somewhat dissatisfied.

He found it truly repulsive that a group of desperados insisted on putting on the airs of scholars.

"It's like this, we're over there..."

Chapter 507 The Scribe Exposed

After recounting everything he had seen in the Swordsmith Village, the man lowered his head and said nothing more.

After listening, Ayu fell into deep thought.

He naturally couldn't appear too excited in front of these outsiders.

"As expected, I knew it. The knife maker and swordsman in that village were no ordinary people."

"Demon Slayer, demons, and Breathing Technique, how interesting."

"These Demon Slayer's organization seems to be called the Demon Slayer Corps. I'll have to look into it later."

After pondering the information he had received several times and confirming that he had memorized it, Ayu waved his hand, signaling the next person to speak.

The second man's statement was similar to the first man's, except that he added some trivial details.

Is that all?

Frowning, Ayu was somewhat dissatisfied with the man's answer.

He recognized all four men; they had previously been assigned to different groups.

Logically, the two answers should have been significantly different.

But it doesn't sound any different.

Yes, that's it.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and the man lowered his head, not daring to look directly at her.

He harbored intense hatred for the first man to speak.

Everyone's words are pretty much the same, so why do I cause offense when I say the same thing?

"Alright."