"Yes! One of the people chasing me is wearing Hanafuda Earrings!!!"
Hantengu hurriedly reported what he knew to Muzan. As Muzan listened, his already grave expression turned pale.
Just as I thought... another successor to that man...
"I understand the situation, Hantengu. You are an Upper Rank, after all. Hold out a little longer. Don't disgrace me."
"Ah! Lord Muzan, Lord Mu-"
Click!
Muzan forcibly hung up the "phone" on his end.
No matter how much Hantengu screamed and shouted, Muzan never answered again, because he could no longer hear him. A powerful sense of despair welled up within Hantengu.
At that moment, Muzan stood with his head lowered, weighed down by worry. If this was that man's successor, Hantengu and Gyokko certainly would not be able to deal with him.
Should he go himself?
That was obviously impossible. With how cowardly Muzan was, even if there was only one chance in a hundred thousand that his opponent would cut him down, he would never want to take that risk.
Even after more than four hundred years, the scars Yoriichi Tsugikuni had left on his body remained, searing with pain day after day. No matter how hard he tried to ignore them and forget that man, he could not.
As Muzan lowered his head in thought, Upper Rank One, Kokushibo, who had been drinking tea and chatting with him in the Infinity Castle, slowly set down his cup.
"Lord Muzan, allow me to go."
Muzan turned to Kokushibo in surprise. He truly had not expected Kokushibo to volunteer.
Among the six Upper Ranks, Muzan did not regard Upper Rank One, Kokushibo, as a subordinate, but as a business partner.
Kokushibo was the strongest Upper Rank, his power in an entirely different league from the other five. Even if all the