Atomic Samurai's three disciples had not come to provoke her.
Rather, after hearing the incredible legends about "Hellish Fubuki," they had come to visit purely to exchange pointers.
"Lady Fubuki."
Iaian, who stood at the front, bowed with utmost solemnity to Fubuki as she reluctantly served them tea.
"The three of us heard of your heroic feat of defeating a Demon-level monster single-handedly, and we deeply admire you."
"We came today in the hope of having the honor of witnessing the power with which you slew that Demon-level monster!"
Looking at the three swordsmen before her, their eyes filled with a desire to pursue their art, Fubuki felt a headache coming on, caught in a situation she could not back out of.
She knew she had no so-called hidden strength at all.
She also knew that she could not possibly be a match for these three A-Rank swordsmen.
But...
Fubuki instinctively glanced at the dark-haired demon king, who sat leisurely to one side, watching everything with interest.
She read his command in his eyes.
Play along with them.
Fubuki could only bite the bullet, force down her unease, change into a practical combat outfit, and lead her three guests to the spacious private dojo behind the apartment.
"Please show us what you can do!"
Inside the dojo, Atomic Samurai's three disciples simultaneously drew the katanas at their waists and assumed their strongest combined attack formation against Fubuki!
Yet they did not know.
Behind the queen facing them, who seemed to be bracing for a formidable enemy but whose legs had actually long since gone weak with fright...
Ye Chuan, whom they had taken for an ordinary person all along, leisurely held a cup of black tea and enjoyed this ridiculous farce through his demonic eyes, which had merged with the