Yoshiwara's Red-Light District: Gyutaro and Ume

Are you Doma?

The man looked around and finally fixed his gaze on Doma in the middle.

A normal person seeing this would usually yell out and then run away like a madman.

But since he was born without human emotions, Doma did not know what fear or dread was.

With a slight smile, he stepped down from the cult leader's chair.

Oh dear, this is really troublesome.

When someone dies in his own church, he, as the church leader, naturally cannot sit idly by.

From handling the body to silencing other believers, and even compensating the believer's family, a cult leader must fulfill all these responsibilities.

Looking at Doma, who was standing in front of him as if nothing had happened, a smile appeared on the man's lips.

He had long heard that the leader of the Eternal Paradise Cult was a being without human emotions, and seeing him today, he found that this was even more pronounced than he had imagined.

I like you very much.

The man took a few steps and stood in front of Doma.

To like me is to be willing to respect me as one's teacher.

Before he could finish speaking, Doma suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and slowly lowered his head.

There, an arm had somehow pierced his left chest.

His own heart had long since turned into a piece of useless flesh.

Become a demon, and serve me.

Hearing the man's cold words, Doma felt something flow into his body and then fainted.

When he woke up again, he found that the wound on his chest was gone.

If it weren't for the sight of the dismembered limbs and blood of the cultists before him, Doma would have doubted whether he was dreaming.

After processing the words left by the man in his mind, Doma's eyes lit up slightly.

He seemed to have found a way to keep people by his side forever.

Ah, Mister Scribe, become my food, and live forever with me.

In the pitch-black night sky, Doma's perverted voice echoed.

Chapter 100 Yoshiwara Flower District, Gyutaro and Ume

After becoming a demon, Doma intensified his search for the Scribe even more frantically.

Even knowing that Scribe is his greatest enemy, his obsession with Scribe has never wavered.

And so, the Eternal Paradise Cult searched for a man named Scribe for nearly a hundred years.

Time flies like an arrow, and the days pass like a shuttle.

This was at the end of the Edo period, and the war situation was chaotic, with fighting raging in various places.

Driven by the times, Yoshiwara Flower District emerged.

One winter night, it welcomed three guests.

The leader was a man with distinctive markings on his face, exuding a unique charm.

To the man's right was a woman with a gentle face, delicate features, and a slight smile on her lips.

Behind the man in the lead was a man with bluish-green hair, who was positioned further back.

Judging from the respect in the man's eyes, he had great respect for the man and woman in front of him.

Mister Scribe, shouldn't we go to that place ahead?

He suddenly spoke, and then Yushiro's face turned slightly red.

For an old male ghost who had been single for thirty-five years and then remained single for another hundred years after becoming a ghost, the preceding parts were indeed a bit too difficult for him.

Upon receiving the map, Scribe also discovered that the town ahead was actually Yoshiwara Flower District.

Fine.

Tamayo's voice suddenly rang out, indicating that everything was alright.

Looking at Tamayo beside him, Scribe only saw a slight smile on her face.

He smiled again, and then called out to Yushiro.

Seeing that both the Scribe and the Tamayo had said this, Yushiro didn't know what else to say.

Soon, the three of them entered the Yoshiwara Flower District.

The moment he stepped inside, the Scribe's expression changed slightly.

Although it was faint, he could indeed sense the presence of a ghost here.

Is there a ghost here?

After a moment's thought, the Scribe shook his head.

No, this is just the lingering scent left behind by a ghost that came here; it doesn't mean that a ghost is hunting here.

Although he didn't know what kind of ghost it was or why it had appeared here, the Scribe still became somewhat wary.

In case of any emergency, he would immediately have Yushiro take Tamayo away from here.

What's wrong?

Noticing that the Scribe was acting strangely, Tamayo turned her head slightly and looked at him.

Fine.

By whispering in Tamayo's ear, the Scribe told her about some things he had sensed.

After listening, Tamayo's face became more cautious.

Yoshiwara Flower District is indeed a good place to hunt, and it's possible that the demon will come here again.

Just then, Yushiro, who was standing to the side, suddenly started cursing.

Get out of the way, all of you! These two lords are not to be trifled with!

As he spoke, Yushiro made a fierce face, frightening the surrounding geishas and other women into not daring to approach.

Only then did the Scribe realize that the women were looking at her strangely.

Admiration, surprise, admiration, and even a hint of longing.

Upon seeing a man like Scribe for the first time, even these singing girls couldn't help but blush.

In their eyes, the Scribe was not on the same level as those guys who were only good-looking.

The unique aura emanating from the Scribe constantly attracted them.

It's like a giant whirlpool; once you get in, you can't get out.

Upon noticing the gazes of the women around her, Tamayo raised an eyebrow slightly.

He used his right arm to press his body tightly against the Scribe, as if announcing a declaration of war.

This action immediately dispelled the singers' idea of going forward.

After all, they had no idea about the Scribe's background.

Don't be fooled by their current success. If they recklessly cause trouble and encounter someone they can't resist, their boss will not hesitate to expose them.

At that point, a beating won't be enough to solve the problem.

After walking for a while, two figures suddenly appeared in front of the three Scribe.

The young man walking in front was shirtless and had short, black and green hair.

He was hunched over, quite thin, and had many dark spots on his face.

A sharp sickle was also hanging at his waist.

Behind him, the girl appeared much more beautiful.

Her skin was as white as snow, her features were delicate, she wore light pink lipstick, and she was dressed in a kimono.

His expression was somewhat cold, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

It gives the feeling of a plum blossom in winter.

This contrasting combination creates a strong visual impact, even drawing the attention of the Scribe.

But it was these few glances that enraged the young man in the lead.

What are you doing? Do you have some ulterior motive towards Mei?

With a roar, the young man drew his scythe from his waist and slashed at the Scribe.

In his view, anyone who had designs on his sister was a sinner!

Without the slightest change in his expression, Scribe slowly raised his right hand.

Then, he met the scythe that was being slashed down.

The moment the two made contact, the hunchbacked man's eyes widened instantly.

The sickle, which he had meticulously sharpened himself, failed to tear the opponent's flesh apart, not even breaking a layer of skin.

The only thing that was accomplished was to make the other person's skin slightly indented.

His body trembled slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he saw a large hand appear in front of him.

He grabbed the hunchbacked man's head and, with a slight exertion of his arm, slammed him against the wall.

The young man, in pain, struck his opponent forcefully, seemingly trying to escape.

But no matter how he attacked, the opponent was like a towering mountain, unshakable.

Passersby witnessed this scene, but not a single person was willing to step forward and stop it.

This isn't the first time this has happened, and it won't be the last.

Some people even showed gloating expressions after seeing the young man's face clearly.

It seems that the other party doesn't have a very good reputation here.

If you don't move, I'll let you leave.

If you understand, nod.

Looking at the young man who was still unwilling to give up and was hitting his arm, Scribe said coldly.

Gritting his teeth, the young man nodded, though a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

The Scribe released the man.

Upon seeing this, the girl following behind the young man hurriedly stepped forward and began to examine his body.

Brother, Gyutaro, are you alright?

It's hard to imagine that two people with such a huge difference in appearance are actually siblings.

Faced with his sister's concern, the fierce-looking young man's expression softened somewhat.

It's alright, Mei.

Scribe raised an eyebrow the moment he heard their names.

Nevertheless, he didn't say anything more.

He waved goodbye, intending to leave with Tamayo and Yushiro.

I had only taken a couple of steps when I heard a roar from behind me.

Didn't I tell you not to move around?

The Scribe could identify the owner of the voice simply by hearing it.

He suddenly turned around and threw a punch, which landed heavily on Gyutaro's face.

The image of the fist rapidly enlarged in his eyes, followed by intense pain.