A large number of soldiers poured into the Daimyo's Palace, and naturally, none of the servants or maids dared to stop them.
The general led his men straight into the Daimyo's bedchamber. Without sparing a glance for the crowd kneeling on the floor, his gaze locked directly onto Kushinadahime beside the Daimyo's corpse.
"Witch!"
He drew his weapon at once. The cold gleam reflected off the blade sent the nearby maids and servants scattering in all directions.
Kushinadahime, however, was still clutching the Daimyo and sobbing uncontrollably, utterly unaware of the general approaching from behind.
At that moment, someone could not help stepping forward. "The Daimyo's body is not yet cold. Is it really appropriate for you to act this way, General?"
The general glared furiously at him. "Bastard! Lord Gen was killed by this witch!"
The man who had tried to reason with him was frightened back by the murderous look in his eyes. The servants huddled together, and no one dared ask another question.
The general strode forward, grabbed Kushinadahime by the collar, and yanked her to her feet.
"Witch..."
But when he saw her grief-stricken, tear-streaked face, his expression faltered. He had never looked at her from so close before. Could there truly be such a beautiful woman in this world? No wonder Lord Gen had...
"General Oda!"
A sharp shout suddenly rang out from behind, snapping the general back to his senses. It was the Daimyo's principal wife, an elegant and dignified woman standing at the front of the soldiers.
Oda Isamu shook his head, his face once again filled with killing intent.
"Witch, you bewitched my lord and brought chaos upon the nation. I'll send you to hell right now!"
He raised his blade high, about to bring it down upon Kushinadahime right in front