In the end, Shinji stayed because he was very interested in the information about the monsters in the Land of Claws.
Ishikura Yoshiaki had stumbled onto the right approach.
"Do you still remember what the person who came to see you looked like?"
"Vaguely. I remember he was a man of about thirty, with a frail build, as though he rarely did any physical labor. He was around 170 centimeters tall, with an ordinary face and long hair... oh, right, he also smelled of foul ink."
Having come to regard Shinji as an extraordinary man, even a lifeline, Ishikura Yoshiaki held nothing back and answered his question in detail.
"When he came to see you, did he demonstrate how he sacrificed living people to create monster soldiers?"
Ishikura Yoshiaki looked a little embarrassed. "No. I threw him out before he finished speaking."
That was indeed the truth.
At the time, he had thought the man might be a fraud. Even if it were true, he would never use such an atrocious method, so he had simply driven him away.
Looking back now, his rudeness might also have angered the man, prompting him to seek revenge through the Land of Claws.
Shinji was not disappointed to hear this.
"What are you telling me all this for? Don't tell me you want me to help you defeat them?"
Ishikura Yoshiaki's expression turned solemn. "I would not dare ask so much. For the sake of the people, I will surrender the entire nation tomorrow, on the condition that the citizens of my Land of Fangs are not sacrificed alive like livestock. If they agree, what does it matter if I die? My only fear is that they harbor vicious ambitions, or will pretend to agree to my face, then go back on their