As Long as We Know They Belong to the Shinomiya Family, Does It Matter Whose Men They Are?

"Pfft..." It had to be said that Sogo Doma really knew how to piss people off. Azami Nakiri, who had narrowly managed to keep his life, actually spat out another mouthful of blood after hearing Sogo's words. What did he mean, "Good people die young, while disasters live for a thousand years"? He was merely a little hard to kill—how had that made him a disaster? Setting everything else aside, who had he ever harmed?

As a father from hell, Azami Nakiri had always possessed an inexplicable confidence in his methods of education—everything he did had been for Erina, for Mana...

Unfortunately, no one else saw it that way. Sogo Doma said, "Hey, don't get so worked up. I went through a lot of trouble to drag you back from the edge of the Sanzu River. Don't go getting excited and run right back there..."

Azami Nakiri: "..."

Who did he think had gotten him worked up?

"Then again..." Before he could say anything, Sogo Doma continued, "Now that you've exposed the Shinomiya Family, you're pretty much useless. It wouldn't matter if you went back to the Sanzu River, right?"

"..."

"And you tough guys who refuse to talk..." Without waiting for Azami Nakiri to say anything, Sogo Doma turned toward the gunmen again. "Are you still going to keep your mouths shut? We have Mr. Nakiri..."

At this, the gunmen looked at one another, utterly unsure of what to do. It couldn't be helped—they had never encountered anything like this before. Normally, when people failed a mission, they took poison and died, and that was the end of it. But what about them? They had taken poison to kill themselves, only to be saved. Had they been given fake poison or something?

That alone would have been bad enough,