"Take care, esteemed guests. Please, take care."
The proprietress of the Kyoto clothing shop personally saw the two of them off, accompanied by the shop attendants, all the way to several dozen meters beyond the entrance.
She had never seen such a lavish young master from an aristocratic family!
Though he wore no luxurious clothes, his casual habit of throwing around vast sums of money was beyond comparison to those wastrel youths who called themselves Kyoto gentlemen!
"Madam, should I..."
Seeing the two outsiders gradually disappear into the crowd, an attendant standing beside the glamorous woman secretly made a gesture of following them with his fingers. An undisguised greed flickered in his eyes.
They spoke with foreign accents and spent so freely. They were undeniably rare, fat sheep!
And in a place as chaotic as Kyoto, it was never a good habit for outsiders to flaunt their wealth.
"Put away those little thoughts of yours."
"This is Kyoto. Any young talent daring to come here alone without guards is not someone a person like you can covet."
Everything happened far too suddenly!
What could that pale-faced pretty boy, whose calves were not even as thick as his arm, possibly do?
Those legs, soft as noodles, could not support them as they tried to flee. All they could do was cry and scream in terror, begging for mercy, shouting for Kyoto, and calling upon the Genji Clan.
Several screams shattered Kyoto's peaceful morning.
"So, are you planning to replace it soon?"
"I only took you in as a guard because of an old friend's request."
"Boss, then this old woman..."
I did not mock the Onmyoji beside me for being followed by mere humans all the way here. Instead, I rejoiced inwardly that he had saved these amusing toys until now.