Muichiro, sheltered behind his brother, lowered his head slightly, his eyes dimming a little, but he did not argue with what his brother had said.
Rokuya looked at the twins with their vastly different personalities and sighed softly. He finally understood why Lady Amane had returned empty-handed. Trying to reason with a child who had sealed himself off completely with anger and stubbornness really was like talking to a brick wall.
"You say there are no Demons in this world?" Rokuya took a step forward.
"Stop! Don't come any closer!" Yuichiro swung the sickle in his hand sharply, its blade less than half a foot from Rokuya's chest.
Rokuya did not stop walking. He did not even draw the Shura Blade at his waist. He simply watched Yuichiro quietly, his gaze gradually sharpening as a trace of almost tangible killing intent leaked uncontrollably from his body.
It was the cold murderous intent forged through countless life-and-death battles.
Clang!
Feeling that terrifying presence, Yuichiro's hand trembled, and the sickle fell straight to the ground. His face turned pale in an instant, and his legs weakened uncontrollably. Had he not forced himself to hold on, he would have nearly collapsed to the ground.
At that moment, he saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood in Rokuya's eyes.
"Is this what you call protecting him? Standing here bluffing with a lousy sickle?" Rokuya's voice was no longer languid as it had been earlier, but cold and oppressive. "You think there are no Demons because you're ignorant. The reason Demons haven't come for you isn't that they don't exist. It's because you're hiding deep in these mountains, clinging to life like two pitiful rats, and haven't caught their attention yet."
"What do you know?" Yuichiro shouted back, fighting his fear, though his eyes