"Exploitation?" The woman in the box's expression fluctuated.
The fragment of the autobiography had temporarily restored her sanity, allowing her the ability to think clearly.
"Yes, exploitation, collaboration. You want to take revenge on Ryozo Itakura, and I have reasons to want him dead too. Aren't we on the same side? Or, you can choose to continue fighting against me. Just remember, it would be three against one on my side."
Kamiyagawa twisted the Thunderwoven Coin between his fingers, speaking calmly and deliberately.
Screech—
The blade of Miss Mary's machete scraped across the floor, emitting a threatening sound.
With the Serpent transformed into a gigantic Hannya shrouded around Kamiya, its bizarre white mask wearing a half-smile half-snarl, it silently warned the woman in the box with a sense of alarm.
The two Shikigami of the Kamiya Family were, both overtly and covertly, supporting their Onmyoji's speech, rallying behind him.
