"A prophet-level existence from the Ghost Language Clan! Ōtsutsuki Wa!"
This time, the Ghost Language Clan member did not rush to refuse.
He gave Kitahara Kaede a serious look, then spoke viciously.
"So you do know! You're the one who's been spreading my old stories everywhere?"
Kitahara Kaede looked utterly innocent.
"I've been wronged! I only saw it written in a book, and your name was on the cover!"
Ōtsutsuki Wa froze, as though his mind had short-circuited.
"Me? Would I really be bored enough to put that kind of thing in there?"
Then, he leaned closer to Kitahara Kaede.
Ōtsutsuki Wa furrowed his brow, clearly thinking as hard as he could.
After quite a while, he slowly said to Kitahara Kaede,
"If that's the case, can you tell me what else was in it?"
Since the other party had said so, Kitahara Kaede naturally had to meet his client's needs.
Yes, Kitahara Kaede had already decided to regard him as his client.
As for the intelligence network of Extreme Evil's older generation,
he might not know everything, but he knew almost all of it.
When Ōtsutsuki Wa learned about his own past,
his brow furrowed even more deeply.
Then, he carefully scrutinized Kitahara Kaede.
"How could it be you?!"
His tone was full of disbelief.
"Why couldn't it be me?"
Kitahara Kaede knew what he meant.
Ōtsutsuki Wa probably felt that, given Kitahara Kaede's strength, there was no way he could have obtained his book.
That was why he was so shocked.
But Kitahara Kaede had gotten it, and was now personally making Ōtsutsuki Wa recall what he had written in it.
"Enough. Stop talking."
Ōtsutsuki Wa made Kitahara Kaede stop.
"You believe me now, right?"
Kitahara Kaede said smugly.
Ōtsutsuki Wa nodded stiffly, then moved closer to Kitahara