"I'm sorry! Although we cannot interfere with the decisions of the Land of Birds' leadership, the Land of Demons will never yield! This country does not belong solely to priestesses and shinobi—it belongs to all its people! The Land of Demons has its own traditions and culture, and they must never be destroyed!"
When it came to matters of national importance, Miroku suppressed the strange feelings in her heart and regained the composure expected of a priestess. Her words were exceptionally firm.
The Land of Demons' high-ranking officials present also wore resolute expressions, clearly in full agreement with Miroku's decision.
Nawaki had long expected the Land of Demons to refuse. If they had agreed without hesitation, that would have been truly strange. Seeing how determined they were, he neither grew angry nor continued pressing the matter. Instead, he smiled and changed the subject. "Since the Land of Demons will not interfere with the Land of Birds' decision, let us conclude negotiations with them first. Would the representatives of the Land of Birds be willing to accept Konoha's terms and submit to Konoha's rule?"
Upon hearing this sensitive question, everyone present turned to look at the Land of Birds' Daimyo. The Land of Demons' officials scrutinized him as though he were a traitor, while Nawaki's smiling gaze felt deeply dangerous.
The Land of Birds' Daimyo, Great Heron, was only in his thirties. Faced with two entirely different yet equally threatening gazes, he was filled with hesitation.
To be honest, as a refugee who had suffered total defeat, he found Konoha's terms highly tempting. Though he would go from being the ruler of a nation to an ordinary noble, a noble of a great country like the Land of Fire was not necessarily worse off than the Daimyo of a small country.