Silence.
Deathly silence.
Seimei and the Emperor, one old and one young, looked at each other.
Helplessness and ruefulness covered that large, aged face.
He looked at the Emperor reproachfully.
As though saying, "You never told me there were this many big shots here."
Showing off was nothing to fear.
Taking it too far was.
He had just been provoking them at the entrance, only to turn around and find a crowd of big shots sharpening their knives and staring at him.
Seimei instinctively looked back.
At some point, the Dragon Kingdom's younger generation had completely blocked the entrance.
"Ahem..." Perhaps finding the atmosphere too strange, Kou Island's greatest onmyoji smiled awkwardly. "The Dragon Kingdom is a civilized nation. Treating the sovereign of Kou Island this way... is that not beneath you?"
The Emperor was still lying on the floor.
Old Ninth had shattered his pelvis. He would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
"Oh."
Commander Sun nodded noncommittally.
His gaze swept around before settling on Xiao Gang. "Bring the Emperor a chair."
"Sure thing!"
A boy like Xiao Gang, who had grown up in the mire, knew how to read the room. He eagerly squeezed out of the crowd.
As he passed Seimei, Little White Tiger, leaning by the window, gave an ill-timed cough.
The reckless fool looked back, and Old Ninth pursed his lips in a gesture.
Xiao Gang understood immediately.
Turning around, he grabbed a chair and swung it back into Seimei.
Bang!
The chair shattered from the impact.
Seimei stood stunned for a long moment before reacting.
He had been... hit by some brat?
"Ahem."
Commander Sun lowered his head and continued eating his noodles.
The big shots all tacitly turned away, refusing to look at him.
Now this was awkward.
If he