"Lady Keqing, is this really okay? He's the master everyone is loyal to!"
After entering Mount Fujikasane, Makomo still felt a little dazed. The master had personally sent people to invite Keqing, yet she had rejected them so bluntly.
Thinking of how those two young women in kimono had reacted to Keqing's words, she still felt a little scared. They had looked as though they might strike at any moment.
Though they wore kimono and did not look particularly strong, Makomo had sensed danger from them. They were clearly no ordinary people.
Makomo knew a little about the master... Kagaya Ubuyashiki, the current master of the Demon Slayer Corps, was deeply respected by everyone and reverently called "Master" by the corps members.
Though the master served by the Hashira had been born frail due to illness and could not even swing a sword ten times.
He possessed both the bearing of a leader and a broad heart. He spoke calmly and gently, treated others with great courtesy, and valued his subordinates immensely. He remembered the lives and experiences of every Demon Slayer Corps member who had died, and before he lost the ability to walk, he had even visited the graves of those who had fallen in battle every day.
Every member of the Demon Slayer Corps respected him as though he were their own father, even the ill-tempered Wind Hashira.
Had she not met Keqing, Makomo would have been loyal to the master just like everyone else. But now, between the two, she clearly leaned more toward Keqing.
Even so, it still did not feel quite right.
"Don't worry. Don't overthink it. That Master... won't mind."
Keqing waved her hand, clearly not taking it to heart.
"But what if he does mind?" Makomo did not understand why Keqing spoke