Izayoi's Attentions; A Great Demon of the Western Country?

Suiko tucked the seven glowing orbs into her clothes, keeping them close to her body.

The seven struggling phantom figures finally fell completely silent.

She turned around and looked at the civilians kneeling on the ground.

Several hundred people stared blankly at her, their eyes filled with the dazed disbelief of having survived a disaster.

"You're safe now."

Suiko's voice was gentle, yet every person heard it clearly.

"Those people will never hurt you again."

Someone in the crowd began to cry.

That cry seemed to open the floodgates. In an instant, sobbing erupted everywhere.

Some women clutched their children and wailed bitterly. Some elders knelt and kowtowed without stopping. Some young people collapsed onto the ground, trembling all over as tears streamed down their faces.

Suiko walked over, crouched down, and gently helped up an old man whose forehead was bleeding from kowtowing.

"Old man, please don't do this. Get up."

The old man raised his head, murky tears sliding down the wrinkles on his face.

"Miko... you saved our lives... You're the benefactor of our entire city..."

Suiko shook her head and spoke softly.

"An old man entrusted this to me. Before he died, he begged me to come save you. Besides, this is my duty as a Miko!~"

The old man froze.

"An old man?"

Suiko nodded and briefly recounted what the old man had told her.

After listening, the old man remained silent for a long time before deeply lowering his head.

"Old Zhou... he was a good man... He was a good man his whole life..."

His voice choked up.

"I never thought... that even before he died, he would still be worried about us..."

Suiko said nothing more.

She merely stood there quietly, allowing the civilians to surround her, crying and expressing their gratitude.