A considerable amount of time has passed since then.
Just as everyone was expressing their opinions and considering where the Scribe would go, Shinobu Butterfly spoke up again.
"The Mister Scribe from the Hyakuya Family may have participated in that battle."
"Shinobu, are you saying that the attack that destroyed the Hyakuya Family was done by Mister Scribe?"
As the older sister, Kanae Kocho immediately understood what her younger sister meant.
After the nobles and corporations were attacked by unknown individuals, the Demon Slayer Corps also dispatched members to investigate.
The result should be related to ghosts.
Of all the targets of the attack, only the Hyakuya Family had any survivors.
According to their description, those strange creatures could have wiped out the entire Hyakuya Family.
But at some point, they suddenly abandoned their attack and instead gathered in one direction.
Not long after, a pillar of flame shot into the sky.
They never saw those guys again after that.
"I'm afraid the only one capable of eliminating so many ghosts at once is the Mister Scribe."
"That's right."
Nodding, Yaozai acknowledged Shinobu Butterfly's guess.
"In that case, Shinobu, could you please go to the Hyakuya Family with Kanae Kocho?"
"Yes, my Master."
The Kocho Sisters stood up, responded, and then left the room.
Time is of the essence; the sooner they find the Scribe, the sooner the Demon Slayer Corps will be safe.
Watching the two women leave, a hint of apology appeared on Yaozai's face.
"The future of the Demon Slayer Corps rests on your shoulders."
Before he could think any further, excruciating pain spread throughout his body.
"Puff"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, which instantly stained the tatami mat in front of him red.
"My Master!"
Upon seeing this, everyone immediately surrounded Ubuyashiki Kagaya and began to examine his body.
Looking at the blood on his palm, the light in Yaozai's eyes dimmed even more.
He knew that he didn't have much time left.
His time was already limited, and even though the Scribe had treated him for a period of time, it was never a cure.
In addition, the Demon Slayer Corps has faced an unprecedented crisis during this period.
As the Oyakata-sama, he also bore the most pressure.
Countless tasks pass through his hands every day, and after some processing, they are passed down level by level.
Overwork caused his condition to worsen once again.
"Time is running out..."
He felt his eyelids getting heavy, and then Yaozai slowly closed his eyes.
"Mister Scribe, the Demon Slayer Corps really needs you."
As the Scribe walked along the road, he suddenly felt an itch in his nose.
Immediately following was a sneeze.
"Who's looking for me?"
He muttered something, rubbed his nose, and looked at a camp not far away.
Ah Yu, who had reappeared, temporarily stayed there.
After the "Mastermind Demon Slayer Corps" was revealed, more and more people chose to join his ranks.
Since the mansion couldn't accommodate so many people, Ayu voluntarily left.
They set up a temporary camp here with their followers.
He claimed that he would never go back until this cancer was eradicated.
Seeing how dedicated his son was to the matter, the Emperor was even more pleased and gave him his full support.
We provide money, food, and equipment as needed.
Even more civilians he rescued sold their possessions and brought their own money and food just to come here.
Today, the camp has become quite large, with a population exceeding two thousand.
Most of them were civilians who had been rescued, while a small number were drawn to him by his personal charisma.
Some members of the royal family gradually realized that this team was not simple.
To put it nicely, this is a group of people determined to destroy the Demon Slayer Corps.
To put it bluntly, they were Ayu's private army.
Ah Yu's will is their will; they listen to no one else.
They might wipe out the Demon Slayer Corps one minute, and then turn their guns on someone else the next.
But the Emperor was not worried about this, and did not even take it to heart.
It was only two thousand people, and they were all composed of commoners, with very few elites.
It might be terrifying to others.
But who is he?
It's the Emperor!
He had countless elite soldiers under his command, with five thousand elite troops alone.
Including other auxiliary troops, the total number could even reach 20,000!
No matter how much trouble this 2,000-strong insignificant group causes, they pose no threat to us.
Could it be that they can take on ten people at once?
The Scribe naturally had no idea what the Emperor was thinking, and even if he did, he wouldn't care.
All he knew was that the vast majority of those so-called ambitious people were not human.
In his eyes, the ghostly aura in the camp was almost breaking through the sky, transforming from the formless into the tangible.
Like a greedy demon, it waves its tentacles, waiting for humans to walk into its trap.
"Interesting, so many ghosts have gathered together."
With a cold smile, the Scribe strode toward the camp.
At this moment, a campfire had been lit in the camp.
Some soldiers who had finished their patrols stood around the fire, rubbing their hands to warm them and chatting.
"When do you think we'll find that Demon Slayer Corps?"
A fierce-looking soldier brandished his sword, making a whistling sound.
"If it weren't for His Highness Ayu, I really wouldn't have known that there were such evil guys in the world."
"That's right, that's right."
The soldiers next to him also agreed with the man's opinion and cursed the Demon Slayer Corps.
"Alas, His Highness Ayu has even contracted a strange illness because of those guys."
"Yes, yes, a doctor saw me and said he had never encountered that kind of disease before, and the treatment is too difficult."
"Anze, I remember you said that you were rescued by His Highness."
One of the soldiers nudged the young man next to him with his elbow and said with a smile.
"Tell us what happened back then."
The other soldiers immediately became interested upon hearing this.
They surrounded the young man named Anze and urged him to tell a story.
The pale-faced young man shook his head helplessly and sighed.
"Alright, then I'll tell you about it."
Just as everyone else was filled with anticipation, they suddenly heard footsteps.
Instinctively, they looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man covered in burns standing not far from them.
After being discovered, the man showed no panic; instead, he smiled faintly.
"Oh? You're really lucky to run into a ghost right at the start."
Chapter 567 Knocking on the Bullet
"A ghost? What's that?"
"Haven't you heard? It's said that demons are created by the Demon Slayer Corps, and they capture people just to feed them!"
"Yes, yes, I've heard similar rumors too."
As time went on, especially after Yu exposed the Demon Slayer Corps, the existence of demons spread among the public in the form of rumors.
Perhaps, before long, the rumors will become reality.
"Wait a minute, he said there's a ghost among us, what does that mean?"
"Are you stupid? That just means there's food among us..."
A man curled his lip, a disdainful expression on his face.
But before he could finish speaking, he suddenly realized something, and his expression changed.
The strange man in front of them actually said that there were man-eating demons among them!
For a moment, the soldiers looked at the others with panicked expressions.
Only the young man named Anze was slightly better off, but he also sneaked towards the back of the group.
As soon as he broke away from the group, he immediately ran towards the depths of the camp.
But after running only a few steps, he tripped over something and fell to the ground.
Looking back, he realized that the Scribe had appeared beside him without him noticing.
"We seem to have met somewhere before, do you remember?"
"No, that's not true. I don't think we've ever met."
"Oh, really?"
With his right hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist, the bright tip of the blade pressed against Anze's throat as the sound rang out.
"Entertainment District, Dichai's mansion, you're one of Tonryoku's men, aren't you?"
"I... I don't know what you're talking about. You must have mistaken me for someone else!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Anze felt a pain in his throat.
The sharp tip of the knife pierced the surface of the skin, and beads of blood seeped out.
Anze's pupils contracted as he realized his dangerous situation, and he quickly shouted.
"Everyone, this person is trying to kill me! Please help me!"
"We've spent quite a bit of time together. If I, Anze, were really a ghost, I would have eaten people long ago!"
"Are you just going to stand by and watch me die?!"
Hearing Anze's roar, the remaining soldiers hesitated for a moment before surrounding the Scribe.