"If there's nothing else, I'll be going. I have other things to do."
It wasn't until his figure disappeared that Shinobu and Kanae Kocho gradually came to their senses.
"He still has the Demon Slayer Corps in his heart."
"But this incident has broken his heart, and it is probably irreparable."
Seeing her two friends acting somewhat strangely, Mitsuri looked into the building again, trying to find Scribe, who had already left.
Her face was full of confusion; she still didn't understand why things had turned out this way.
What's written in the booklet? Could it be Mister Scribe's own exclusive recipes?
Ultimately, she left Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals with the Kocho Sisters.
After returning to the Demon Slayer Corps Base, they devoted themselves to guiding the entire team, as agreed.
Normally, the Pillar-level members rarely train swordsmen other than their adopted sons.
There's no other reason, it's simply because I'm busy.
He not only had to hone his swordsmanship, but also gather intelligence on the demons, and even patrol a large area at night.
There are many things that only Pillars can do, leaving them, who are already busy, with no extra energy to spare.
This training session led by the Pillars was inspired by the incident in the Swordsmith Village, and was the result of discussions between Yaozai and the other Pillars.
According to their original plan, the swordsmen were to undergo specific training under the various pillar masters.
As for how much improvement one can achieve, that depends on individual fortune.
Therefore, many people were already considering giving up shortly after training began.
When the booklet Scribe was revealed by Mitsuri and the others, all the swordsmen were shocked.
No one has ever been able to give such meticulous and systematic advice to all the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps.
By training according to the methods above, everyone's strength can be steadily improved.
However, some people, upon learning that the writer was Scribe, insisted that they would refuse to exercise according to the above method.
But soon, seeing that others had improved while they themselves had stagnated, these dissenting voices disappeared.
Several different faces have also appeared among the trainees.
The entire Demon Slayer Corps was engrossed in intense training.
One night, inside the Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals building, Scribe arrived outside Tamayo's office.
Even though Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals is currently embroiled in controversy, she still likes to stay here when Tamayo has nothing else to do.
"I'm getting ready to leave."
"Okay, come back soon."
Tamayo did not come out; only a reply came from inside the house.
"Have a safe journey and may your military career prosper."
"Certainly."
With a grin, the Scribe turned and left.
Inside the room, Tamayo curled up into a ball.
Rest your head in front of your knees and hug your arms.
Her reddened eyes stared at the door not far away, and she remained silent for a long time.
As the wife of Scribe, she already guessed what her husband was going to do.
Chapter 532 In front of the mansion
Infinity Castle, Kibutsuji Muzan looked at Dichai, who was kneeling before him, and said coldly.
"I hope you didn't come to tell me any bad news."
As he spoke, he fiddled with the test tube in his hand, mixing several medicines together and observing the reaction.
In the blink of an eye, the color of the liquid in the test tube changed.
Upon discovering that the result was not what he had hoped for, several veins bulged on Muzan's forehead, and he then threw the test tube away.
After recording the results of the experiment in the book in front of him, he even broke the pen in half.
It was clear that Muzan wasn't in a good mood, even though he didn't say anything.
At this moment, Dichai finally spoke.
"Muzan, the plan I mentioned before is about to be completed."
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, Muzan's pupils contracted slightly, and his words became more volatile.
"Where are we at?"
"Now, all we need to do is find a few humans to experiment with."
With a strange smile on her face, Dichai said.
"Once successful, your dream will be realized in the blink of an eye, sir."
"Very good."
Taking a deep breath, a glint seemed to flash in Muzan's eyes.
He poured a lot of effort into that so-called plan.
If it weren't for Upper Rank Six Dichai's assistance, I don't know how long it would have taken to prepare before it even had a chance to succeed.
But now, success is just a few steps away.
This made Muzan feel as if his heart was pounding.
"However, it is best to conduct the experiment in a professional environment, since there are still some minor things that need to be adjusted."
After saying that, Dichai lowered her head again.
As one of the key participants in the project, he knew that this seemingly insignificant experiment might actually be the final, fatal step.
All experiments require a large amount of experimental data to support them.
In a professional environment, with the assistance of advanced equipment, Dichai was more confident and could maximize her success rate.
The awkward thing is that, as a race that can only be active at night, ghosts don't have any professional laboratories at all.
Even Muzan only managed to disguise himself as a human and operate at night by relying on his own abilities.
Some individuals may possess considerable wealth, but none of them own a laboratory.
The reason why Dichai didn't tell Muzan at first was that she was afraid her already unhappy boss would twist her head off in a fit of anger.
Even if she can recover completely, Dichai is not a masochist, and it would be best if she could avoid experiencing pain once more.
Just as he was waiting for Muzan's angry words, Muzan finally spoke.
"I understand. Take this letter and find someone. Tell them I sent you."
As she spoke, a letter slowly floated down in front of Dichai.
"That person will prepare everything you need and provide the best help."
Suddenly looking up, Dichai saw the letter in front of her and her face lit up with joy.
"Yes, I will take care of it right away."
"Um."
Nodding, Muzan then waved his hand.
After a burst of pipa music, the door to the room was opened by an invisible force, revealing a vortex resembling a wormhole.
"Nakime will teleport you to a nearby location. Complete this as soon as possible."
"Sir, you haven't told me who to go to yet."
Dichai carefully put the letter away, reminding Muzan with a slightly trembling voice.
He dared not open the letter to look for clues on his own; if Muzan found out, he would inevitably be "turned away" again.
"The head of the Shinri Family, Shinri Keito."
He replied impatiently, Muzan waved his hand again.
This time, Dichai's body was propelled by some unknown force and disappeared into the vortex in the blink of an eye.
"Thump."
The door closed again, and the surroundings gradually returned to calm.
After an unknown amount of time, a maniacal laugh echoed through the Infinity Castle.
"Scribe, Blue Spider Lily, Tsugikuni Yoriichi, you are about to disappear completely from my life!"
Laughter echoed for a long time, continuing without end.
Outside, Scribe, who had left Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals, had arrived in Tokyo Metropolis.
After making some inquiries, he learned where Ayu lived.
Aside from living in the palace, Ah Yu often chooses to reside in his own residence.
Without the Emperor overseeing him or his brothers watching over him, he felt extremely relaxed and at ease.
As the Crown Prince, Ayu's residence was naturally quite luxurious.
The number of guards at the gate alone was several times greater than that of ordinary noble households.
After observing from a distance for a while, the Scribe walked over.
"Halt! Who are you?"
Soon, a tall man who had noticed the Scribe came over and stopped him.
"This is the residence of Crown Prince Ayu. Commoners are not allowed to approach."
"Commoners are not allowed to approach?"
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe remained silent, observing his surroundings.
Sure enough, there wasn't a single commoner in sight near the mansion.
Despite the bustling streets nearby, this place was unusually quiet, even deathly still.
Turning his gaze away, the Scribe asked in return.
"What law states that civilians are not allowed to approach this area?"
"Law?"
The man laughed loudly and then spoke to his companion.
"Did you hear that? This guy is actually talking to us about the law in front of Crown Prince Ayu's residence."
Upon hearing the man's words, the other guards also turned their gazes toward him.
"Are you out of your mind? I know a hospital, but I don't know if they'll take in idiots."
"Sigh, maybe he was just scared. How could you say that about a fool?"
"Haha, that's hilarious, the funniest joke I've heard all day."
After laughing for a while while clutching his stomach, the man walked up to the Scribe and pointed to the badge on his chest.
"See this? In this area, the owner of this badge is the law."
"What right do you commoners have to negotiate with the Crown Prince? Get out of here!"
"If you don't leave in three seconds, I'll break your legs."
Looking at the badge on the man's chest, the Scribe recognized it as a unique symbol of Ayu's faction.
If he later becomes the next emperor, then he will represent this land.
"What a coincidence, I also have a badge. I wonder if you could take a look at it for me."