The attendant accepted the Gold Coins and left at once with a smile on his face.
Meanwhile, the minister continued to grin as he read the invitation.
"What Daimyo? He's just a brat. Keep pressuring him for a whole year, and let's see how he pushes through those so-called new policies of his."
"He wants to reform the Land of Whirlpools? How are we supposed to survive then?!"
His obese body made the chair creak as he sat there.
He casually tossed the invitation onto the floor beside him. "I'd really like to see what kind of stunt you're planning to pull tomorrow."
With that, he took out his phone and called someone...
Similar scenes played out in many people's homes.
Yet these ministers all behaved with remarkable consistency, each intending to attend the banquet the next day.
After discussing it among themselves, they concluded that the Daimyo had decided to bow his head. They would have to show some restraint as well; they could not push the Daimyo too hard.
Everyone clung to the fantasy that they had succeeded, including the people backing them.
But no one knew that a massive death trap lay hidden beneath it all.
How could these ministers, who had been isolated on this island for so long and exploited the citizens for decades, have imagined that the Daimyo would possess the power to kill them?
In their eyes, even a Kage-level expert was nothing much on the island of the Land of Whirlpools.
When Torikaze had previously brought Tomohiro to tour the island, many people had been astonished.
Naturally, those ministers had all feared for their own safety, worried that the visit was aimed at them. One after another, they stopped what they were doing and watched for developments.
They watched for an entire