When Hiyori heard the news, she stood frozen in place for a long time, unable to come to terms with it.
To be honest, Kurozumi Orochi could be called her inner demon.
After all, he was the man who had ruled Wano Country ever since her father died.
And for the sake of her nation's vengeance and her family's hatred, she had been forced to humiliate herself by giving herself to that man. The feelings involved were likely something no one could share with her.
Her grievance, fear, and despair were probably beyond even language to describe.
Yet the man who had made her feel so desperate and helpless had been swept away by the Revolutionary Army.
In terms of strength, it was only natural for the Revolutionary Army, but to Hiyori, it still felt a little like a dream.
She blankly lay back down on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Her whole person seemed to have entered a dream, dazed and muddled.
Her nightmare had dispersed. That greasy, fat-eared man was dead. The man who had usurped her family, her country, and her family's glory was dead. Everything had vanished like smoke.
No one would come looking for her in the middle of the night to drink with her anymore, nor would anyone urgently summon her into the main city at night to serve in bed.
She was no longer Oiran Komurasaki. She was Oden Hiyori, able to hold her head high and cast aside the past!
She thought she had been prepared for this day for a long time.
But when that day truly came, she still stood there in a daze, her mind completely blank and almost unable to think.
When she got up the next day, her blue hair was no longer wrapped atop