Tamayo's mansion, Asakusa, Tokyo Prefecture.
Miss Tamayo looked at Yushiro with some concern.
"Would you like to get some rest?"
Yushiro was working with his head lowered, making the little knives used to draw blood. At her words, he raised his head and met Miss Tamayo's worried gaze.
His heart stirred at once, and he silently marveled:
Miss Tamayo is worried about me!
Miss Tamayo is so beautiful today, too!
Damn it, it's all because of that guy called Yoriichi. He's kept me so busy lately that I haven't had time to write in Tamayo's Diary...
He really had been incredibly busy lately.
The little knives used for drawing blood had an extraordinarily intricate design.
Simply sticking one into a demon's body would draw out its blood and store it in the handle.
It could even provide its location and summon Chachamaru.
As a result, making these little knives was an extremely complicated process, and each one consumed a great deal of Yushiro's energy.
Yet that guy called Yoriichi killed demons at an absurd pace.
Yushiro even felt that no matter how much overtime he worked making them, he couldn't keep up with the rate that guy used them up.
Just then, Miss Tamayo remarked softly:
"The experiments have made tremendous progress lately, thanks to Mr. Yoriichi's help."
"I never imagined I would obtain blood from so many Upper Rank and Lower Rank demons in such a short time."
"Of course, you deserve a great deal of credit too, Yushiro!"
"Without your Blood-Draw Knife, I couldn't have obtained this blood, no matter how capable Mr. Yoriichi was."
Hearing Miss Tamayo's praise, Yushiro immediately sat bolt upright.
Another string of exclamations ran through his mind:
Miss Tamayo is so beautiful when she speaks like this, too!
Miss Tamayo praised me!
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