Kikyo was indeed impressive. Even after she had become an undead spirit, anyone who saw the sacred aura around her would almost completely trust her.
It was a remarkably unique charm, one others could not imitate.
For example, in the movie, when Kikyo, already a dead spirit, passed by, the monks who had desperately defended their treasure from a demon attack simply handed it over to her.
That was where Kikyo's strength lay. The moment people saw her, they were willing to trust her.
"Thank goodness!"
"Lord Kikyo, please wait here for a moment. The clan chief will be here shortly."
The demon slayer led Kikyo and Yae Sakura to a guest room.
"Alright."
In this era, there was no point expecting the Japanese to have chairs prepared. Everyone sat on the floor.
A large rug made from the fur of some unknown animal lay on the ground. A long table half a meter high stood atop it, with nothing on it.
The demon slayer led Kikyo and Yae Sakura inside, and they sat down beside the long table.
Seeing Kikyo kneeling in a formal sitting posture beside her, Yae Sakura hesitated for a moment...
Honestly, Yae Sakura did not like kneeling like this. Wouldn't chairs be better? Wouldn't her legs go numb after sitting this way for too long? Still, after a brief hesitation, Yae Sakura obediently copied Kikyo and sat down beside her.
"My ladies, please have some tea!" The demon slayer handed Kikyo and Yae Sakura each a cup of tea.
"Thank you."
After waiting for several minutes, they heard footsteps. A strangely dressed middle-aged man entered. However... Yae Sakura glanced at the weapon he carried. Its appearance was quite peculiar.
Yet it was brimming with demonic aura. If she was not mistaken, his weapon