The Strange Iguro Clan: Rustling in the Night / A Clan That Raises Demons: The Demon Who Devours Infants

Gently pushing open the door, he saw Tamayo sitting quietly inside.

Tamayo smiled faintly but said nothing more.

A slight curve formed at his lips as Scribe spoke softly.

The matters of this world had come to an end. Our journey was only just beginning.

The Strange Iguhi Clan, Rustling in the Dead of Night

The clouds in the sky grew darker and darker, as if furious lightning could strike at any moment.

Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and a torrential downpour was about to fall.

Just then, two figures suddenly appeared on a small path.

The man on the left had handsome, jade-like features and a dignified appearance, with a gentle smile on his face.

The only strange thing was the sword hanging at his waist.

The man looked up at the dark clouds overhead, then shook his head and took out an umbrella.

Holding it in his right hand, he raised it over the woman to his right.

The woman on the right was exquisitely beautiful. She wore a deep purple kimono and delicate, light makeup.

A trace of sorrow occasionally flickered in her eyes, adding a distinctive beauty to her appearance.

Unlike the man, she carried a large medical case at her waist.

Though the case was heavy, the delicate-looking woman did not seem tired in the slightest.

Cold?

Noticing the woman rubbing her hands together, the man asked with concern.

I'm fine. This weather just makes it a little hard to breathe.

The man nodded slightly and pointed toward a village not far ahead.

Then let's take shelter from the rain in that village first.

The woman did not object, and the two quickened their pace slightly, reaching the village before the downpour arrived.

Arriving at a farmer's house, the man knocked on the door.

Hello, could