In a Japanese-style courtyard in Tokyo's Shibuya Ward.
Inside a vast Japanese-style room.
Figures knelt on cushions, silently watching the old man seated at the head.
The old man's hair and beard were white, his hair falling to his shoulders. Though his gaunt features made him look rather harsh, every movement carried the authority of someone long accustomed to power.
Washuu Tsuneyoshi.
The current head of the Washuu Clan had been the previous chairman of CCG, the official organization dedicated to hunting Ghouls, in the previous world. Even the next chairman, his son Washuu Tsuneyoshi, had succeeded him. His power had truly been immense.
Yet with the change of worlds,
his former power had vanished like smoke.
The Washuu Clan, which had once controlled the intensity of the conflict between humans and Ghouls and profited from maintaining that balance, now had no choice but to "scrape by" in a corner, watching this "new world" with wary eyes.
As a Ghoul maid beside him lit incense, Washuu Tsuneyoshi opened his eyes amid the faint scent of plants:
"All right, our weekly meeting can begin."
With those words, Washuu Tsuneyoshi glanced at his son, Kichimura Washuu, and said flatly:
"Kichimura, you report first."
"How are things going with Assemblyman Ozawa's daughter, Yoshiko?"
Kichimura Washuu, who had been married but had become unmarried the week before last, replied in a low voice:
"...I'm still getting to know Miss Yoshiko, Father."
At that, Kichimura Washuu paused before continuing:
"Miss Yoshiko's response to me has been lukewarm. She seems to have no plans to marry anytime soon."
"Rather than spending time with someone like me, she seems to prefer the hosts at host clubs."
Washuu Tsuneyoshi narrowed his eyes, his expression vicious. "Then go become a host!"
Washuu Tsuneyoshi gave his son, who was over