The full moon hung silently in the night sky, its pale light casting peace and serenity over the Flower Capital.
The lights in the banquet hall flickered, stretching scattered shadows across the floor. The gleam of blades made the murderous atmosphere in the room all the more oppressive.
Wasn't that samurai supposed to be strong? How had he been killed in an instant? Had Kurozumi Orochi been hiding his strength all along?
Komurasaki's eyes trembled as she looked at Sukuna, who had been bitten to death in the blink of an eye. Amid her disbelief, a thread of despair rose in her heart.
It was all over now.
She had chosen the wrong side completely.
Though she knew she had never really had a choice, even if she used sweet talk and Kurozumi Orochi's lust for her beauty to earn his temporary forgiveness, she could never regain his trust as before.
Things had come to this.
Komurasaki quickly glanced into the distance.
Fortunately, Denjiro and that green-haired samurai had fought their way outside. Otherwise, Denjiro would never stand by if he saw her in danger.
If Denjiro's identity was exposed too, all their efforts over the years would be wasted, and revenge would become completely hopeless. At the very least, she had to sever her ties with him.
"Komurasaki, why? Why did you betray me?! I hate betrayal more than anything!"
Kurozumi Orochi's voice was icy, and his eyes had turned bloodshot. Spurred on by rage, he was on the verge of losing his mind.
"Betrayal? You're mistaken. I never liked you. I only got close to you for money and power."
Komurasaki answered Kurozumi Orochi calmly.
Having made up her mind, determination flashed through her eyes the next second. She grabbed the hem of her kimono and bolted in