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As for the island?
Muzan looked at the smoke still rising from it. Though it had not dissipated, black corpses were already piled into mountains below, accompanied by a thick stench of death that made one nauseous.
At the forefront stood the nobles surrounded by their supporters. They were the greatest beneficiaries of this victory. With Muzan holding the front lines, their rebellion had gone exceptionally smoothly, allowing them to seize the island directly. A middle-aged man lay prone on the ground before them.
This was the former daimyo of the Land of Water. Once, it had been the nobles kneeling before him in submission. Now, the daimyo was on his knees, begging for his life.
Everyone knew who had truly led this war: Muzan!
Without his command, no one dared take it upon themselves to release the daimyo.
Yet there was no joy on their faces. Instead, they looked deeply worried. Watching the daimyo plead on the ground, one noble finally grew fed up and stomped on his face.
"Shut up!"
Just as he lifted his foot, warships appeared along the coastline, signaling that the battle at the front had ended.
With the arrival of the flagship, everything was settled. Muzan stepped onto the island with the Twelve Kizuki at his side. The bloody aura of battle still clung to him, making many nobles tremble in fear. Still, some among them were capable men.
Sanshi was the leader of the nobles. No one dared underestimate the man before them. Even as he approached Muzan, he lowered his proud head and said respectfully:
"Lord Muzan, congratulations on taking the Land of Water. From now on, we too are citizens of the Land of