"The Mister Scribe?"
Looking at the Scribe not far away, Shinobu Butterfly paused for a moment and said.
How did you get here?
"What I really want to know is, why are you here?"
The Scribe asked a question in return, his tone somewhat cold.
"Or rather, why are we only coming here now?"
"Us..."
After a pause, Shinobu Butterfly noticed something unusual about Scribe and hesitated.
After the incident in the Swordsmith Village, the number of demons active decreased drastically.
The remaining ghosts rarely prey on humans, and only occasionally do bad news come out.
Over time, the Demon Slayer Corps became somewhat lax.
In addition, the recent training sessions led by Coach Zhu have shifted most people's attention to team activities.
This resulted in the news that an Upper Rank had appeared at Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals taking a very long time to reach the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters.
Including the travel time, it's already this late.
These people came here ostensibly to hunt demons, but in reality, they were more interested in investigating the reason for the appearance of the Upper Rank.
After all, Shinri Masato had already left, and it was impossible for them to wait in the sun for the Demon Slayer Corps to arrive.
Looking at the silent Shinobu Butterfly, Scribe took a deep breath, his gaze turning somewhat cold.
"If you don't tell me, I'm not interested in asking any more questions. After all, it's your business."
"But you should not stop me from doing what I am going to do."
"Now, get out of my way!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible pressure erupted from him, making Shinobu Butterfly and the others feel breathless.
Seeing the Scribe who was completely different from what they remembered, everyone felt their whole bodies tremble.
"Yes, what happened?"
The usually silent Tomioka Giyu suddenly spoke up and asked.
"Is it related to Miss Tamayo and the others?"
Giyu wasn't stupid; if it were just the building being destroyed, it wouldn't have made the Scribe so agitated.
Only if something happened to Tamayo and the others, whom he values more, would he act so strangely.
The other swordsmen, upon hearing Tamayo's name, also began to discuss it amongst themselves.
"Tamayo? That sounds familiar."
"It is said that she was the Mister Scribe's wife and had been with him for a long time."
"There's a rumor about this wife, are you aware of it?"
Such sounds continued to rise, Tomioka Giyu glanced at the swordsmen, who then fell silent.
"I will handle it myself."
After tacitly accepting Giyu's guess, Scribe stepped forward, his tone icy.
"I'm saying it one last time, get out of the way!"
Kyojuro and Shinobu exchanged a glance and nodded to each other after confirming each other's meaning.
Immediately afterwards, they made Tanjiro and the others make way.
Watching the Scribe's departing figure, Shinobu Butterfly hesitated for a moment before asking loudly.
"We can help you!"
"No need, this is my own business."
After refusing Ren's offer, Scribe took two steps and then stopped.
"Out of consideration for our past relationship, I'll remind you that the final battle is coming soon, so get ready."
After saying that, he continued walking forward.
Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Giyu, Kyojuro, and Shinobu's expressions also became serious.
What the Scribe calls a decisive battle is clearly not a small-scale fight.
"After you return, you must report this matter to the Master."
"That's right, we need to make plans in advance to prepare for any eventuality."
"Should we ask the Mister Scribe again? Perhaps we can get some other useful information."
Just as the three pillars were discussing in hushed tones what to do next, a discordant voice rang out.
"It's just a ghost, why would you, as a human, try to save it?"
These words immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Even the Scribe, who had only taken a few steps, stopped and turned to look behind him.
In the group, a young man of about seventeen or eighteen was picking his ear with a disdainful look on his face.
"The ghosts are fighting amongst themselves, and you're unhappy about it, Scribe, why are you getting involved? Could it be that..."
His face gradually darkened, and the young man looked coldly at the Scribe, questioning him.
"Is it true that you married a ghost, as rumored?"
"Shut up!"
He quickly interrupted the young man, frowning as he reprimanded him.
She recognized the young man; he was one of the best players in the second-tier team.
After completing this mission, he may be promoted to Ranked Corps Member.
Their status within the Demon Slayer Corps is extremely high, second only to the Pillars.
"Why, Lord Insect Hashira? I don't understand!"
Faced with Shinobu Butterfly's reprimand, the young man not only stopped talking, but also pointed at the Scribe.
"If the rumors are true, then he, the Scribe, is no good either. He might be a spy for the ghosts, an enemy of humanity!"
You're right.
"What?"
The young man paused for a moment, seemingly not having heard what the Scribe said clearly.
"I said, the rumors are true, Tamayo is indeed a demon."
"See, I knew you weren't on our side!"
After a moment of stunned silence, the young man's face lit up with excitement, and he began to criticize.
"But so what?"
In a flash, the Scribe appeared in front of the young man.
"Smack!"
He slapped him hard across the face, and in an instant, teeth flew out and blood splattered everywhere.
His entire body was thrown into the air and crashed heavily into the ruins behind him, kicking up a cloud of dust.
With a single strike, the Scribe rendered the formidable swordsman unconscious.
"Listen carefully."
Wiping the blood off his hands, the Scribe's gaze swept over everyone in front of him, finally settling on Shinobu Butterfly.
"Tamayo is a demon, she was, she is, and she will always be!"
"If any of you want to kill her, come at me first!"
"I want to save her, regardless of race! Regardless of stance! Regardless of interest!"
He paused for a second, then his expression became extremely serious, his face filled with earnestness.
"Simply because she is my wife!"
Chapter 545 The Demonized Universe
After speaking, the Scribe looked at the Demon Slayer Corps members in front of him.
None of the swordsmen spoke; they were all still absorbed in the conversation they had just heard.
"May we meet again someday."
After leaving a single sentence, the Scribe turned around again and left without looking back.
After a long while, Shinobu Butterfly was gradually coming to her senses, raised her head and looked in the direction where Scribe had left.
"Wife, is that right?"
A dungeon somewhere.
A lizard crawled across a dark corner, and water dripped from the ceiling, sending a chill down your spine.
Slowly opening her eyes, Tamayo's gaze was somewhat unfocused.
The last moment of her memory was when she restrained Shinri Masato and the other three Upper Rank.
After that, she collapsed from exhaustion.
"You're awake."
A strange voice entered her ears, and Tamayo's body trembled. She subconsciously looked over.
Two men were standing in front of her.
One of them was Shinri Masato, who had recently attacked Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals.
The man next to him bore a resemblance to him.
Judging from his luxurious clothes and extraordinary demeanor, Tamayo quickly determined the man's identity.
The current patriarch of the Shinri Family Shinri Keito.
"The Shinri Family really does have connections with ghosts."
After a brief period of unease, Tamayo quickly adjusted her mindset.
"Was attacking Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals one of your objectives? Or was it just to capture me to vent your anger?"
"Ms. Tamayo, you are truly a clever woman."
Without answering her question, Shinri Masato extended his finger and gently shook it.
"In fact, attacking Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals was not part of the original plan."
"It's just that you refused to leave, so some things were changed before you left."
In other words, you are our main objective.
Upon hearing this, Tamayo seemed to realize something and her eyes widened.
"You want to use me to lure the Scribe?!"
"You got it right."
He snapped his fingers, a pleasant smile on his face, and said...
"I'm sorry to trouble you to stay here until the Mister Scribe arrives."
"You!"
Struggling to get up, Tamayo felt her legs go weak as soon as she stood up.
"What is this? How could this thing be inside my body?!"
Her centuries of experience in drug research allowed her to quickly determine the cause of the physical abnormality.