Minamoto Mitsuyori looked at the man before him—his own older brother. Though they were not blood-related, he had always regarded him as a true older brother.
Even when he had nearly died in "accidents" several times as a child, he had never suspected him. Not until a year ago... had he finally seen his true colors.
But... even knowing that, he had no evidence to prove it. And this brother of his had rendered many merits over the years. He could not be dealt with over something without proof; even their father would not agree.
"Young Master is blessed by fortune and surely protected by the gods. After all, the future of the Minamoto Clan still depends on you, Young Master."
"..."
Looking at the man's disgusting face, Minamoto Mitsuyori wanted to draw his sword and cut him down. But unfortunately... he knew he was no match for him.
"I have matters to report to Father, so I will not chat with Brother any longer!" Minamoto Mitsuyori did not want to stay here for even a moment longer, spouting such hypocritical words. He turned to leave at once.
"My mistake. Young Master should indeed see Father first. Then I shall not disturb you any further."
The man did not try to keep him. He had only come to see... whether his younger brother had truly returned safe and sound.
But the result was obvious...
"..."
Minamoto Mitsuyori did not reply and simply walked forward. As he passed the man... he glanced at him and said softly without looking back, "Since ancient times, those who cooperate with yokai have never come to a good end. Take care of yourself."
"..."
Hearing Minamoto Mitsuyori's words and watching his departing back, the man's eyes turned cold.
Not only had he failed to eliminate