Chapter 282: The Hungover Arataki Itto
At the sa ti, on the other side—
"My head hurts..."
When he pushed himself up from the bed, Itto almost wished he could yank off his own horns to see if they’d sohow grown inward.
The dizziness and pounding headache made him feel like he wasn’t himself anymore.
This was the first ti he had ever experienced a hangover like this.
"Genta, get so water."
Scratching his backside, Itto shook his groggy head and called out to one of his boys.
Normally, even if they didn’t want to help, they’d at least grumble in response.
But this ti, everything around him was completely silent.
"Genta? Mamoru? Akira?"
He called out the nas of his underlings one by one, yet there was still no reply.
After hesitating a few seconds, he tentatively called another na.
"Shinobu?"
Usually, if he tried ordering Shinobu around like this, she’d at least scold him.
But this ti...
"You guys are—?"
He opened his eyes and sat up.
A mont ago he had still been annoyed, but after seeing the scene before him, he sucked in a sharp breath.
On the table in the room were the leftover dishes from last night’s dinner. And this sight reminded him why he had ended up here.
"Miss Hina?"
If he rembered correctly, he’d been selected to have dinner with Miss Hina. Later, he got excited and drank a bit too much. And then...
Right—where was Miss Hina?
Itto stood up instinctively, only to notice that his clothes were a ss and his pants were halfway down.
"Hiss—!"
Pulling his pants up imdiately, he hurried to look for Miss Hina again.
But he didn’t find her. Instead, he found sothing else on the bed.
A small, snow-white fluffy ball—sothing he rembered as a decoration on Miss Hina’s chest.
"Don’t tell ..."
Did I sleep with Miss Hina!?
Upon realizing the implication, Itto didn’t feel happy or sad.
What he felt first was panic.
"Oh no, what stupid thing did I do!? I’ve ruined Miss Hina!"
Miss Hina was everyone’s beloved big-sister figure. Doing sothing like this didn’t just tarnish his own goddess—it could ruin her future!
No—
He absolutely could not let this get out!
He had to take this secret to the grave!
After tidying his own clothes, Itto didn’t forget to straighten the ssy bedsheets as well.
Maybe it was his imagination, but as he smoothed the covers, he thought he slled a faint fragrance.
As for the fluffy ball... He decided to take it as a token of the "bond" between him and Miss Hina.
Knock, knock, knock—
Just as he was blankly staring at the ball in his hand, soone knocked on the door.
He quickly stuffed it into his pocket and sat back on the bed.
"Who is it?"
"Sir, it’s ti to check out. When would you like to settle your bill?"
"Huh? Check out? Settle the bill? Wasn’t the dinner provided by Yae Publishing House?"
Itto blinked in confusion.
One of the reasons he had been so eager to co—aside from Miss Hina—was the huge, delicious al.
"I’m sorry, sir. The organizers only provide the opportunity to dine with Miss Hina. They don’t cover any costs. All expenses incurred must be paid by the guest."
"What?!"
...
Leaving aside how Arataki Itto was going to deal with the bill, the Miss Hina he was so worried about was currently sitting with the person he admired most—Lord Battousai—on a ship headed for Kannazuka.
After leaving Narukami Island, the chances of being struck by Raiden Shogun had already beco very small.
In addition, the owner of this fishing boat was actually a spy planted by the Watatsumi Army on Narukami Island, so Bai Luo felt at ease enough to return to his Battousai disguise.
At this mont, he was holding the confidential intel that Gorou had worked extrely hard to obtain, examining it with a slightly strange expression.
At first glance, the docunt looked very legitimate—detailed, thorough.
Arataki Itto’s official rank, his status in Inazuma, how much authority he held—all written clearly.
It even included where his mansion was, whether he had any family, where he usually worked, and what foods he liked.
Nothing was missing. Everything seed perfect.
But... if the subject of this intel was Itto, then the entire report instantly beca aningless.
When Bai Luo had ntioned gathering clues, he wondered whether so amusing misunderstanding might occur.
But he hadn’t expected Gorou’s imagination skills to be this powerful.
If he didn’t know the intel was supposed to be about Itto, even he himself might have believed that Inazuma really had such a high-ranking "Oni General."
Beside him, Gorou was also seriously reading through his copy of the docunts.
This particular file was sothing Bai Luo had casually taken with him when he left Yae Miko’s place.
It wasn’t important—just an assignnt letter authorizing shrine maidens to perform purification on Kannazuka, issued by Yae Miko.
"So that’s it... you’re worried about the Sacred Sakura?"
Seeing that, Gorou finally relaxed. And when he looked again at the intel Bai Luo held, he felt that this trip had definitely been worth it.
With this level of detail, even if his intelligence division worked nonstop for an entire year, they probably couldn’t produce sothing this impressive.
Perhaps... he should co again after so ti?
Maybe he could obtain even more explosive intel next ti.
"The credibility of that docunt is very high. To steal it from the Grand Narukami Shrine, I used up every ounce of strength I had. After this... it’ll probably be very difficult for to return to Narukami Island again."
Bai Luo looked back at Narukami Island behind him, sighing with emotion.
Yae Miko and Raiden Shogun—neither of them were people one could afford to offend.
Now that he had managed to offend both of them, unless he went over on a brand-new account, Narukami Island might as well be the sa as Seirai Island to him...
Hmm? New players don’t know what Seirai Island is?
Simply put—once you step foot there, the thunderstorms seem to grow eyes, chasing you nonstop and striking you without rest.
"Please don’t worry, Lord Battousai. No matter how Narukami Island treats you, Watatsumi Island will always be your ho."
Gorou patted his chest as he made this solemn promise.
With his authority as general of Watatsumi Island, arranging a place for Lord Battousai to live would be extrely easy.
Besides, Lord Battousai already had a high reputation on Watatsumi Island.
"..."
Watching Gorou wag his tail so enthusiastically, Bai Luo almost couldn’t bring himself to tell him the truth.
For example... In a certain sense, Watatsumi Island really was Bai Luo’s ho.
After all, even that lofty Divine Priestess—Sangonomiya Kokomi—had already beco nothing more than a small ornantal fish in his fish tank.
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