"We didn't co here to waste ti." his tone carried an authority that left no room for argunt. His gaze bore into her, sharp and unrelenting.
"Give us the answers we need, and we'll be on our way."
Hisa tilted her head, amusent flickering in her feline eyes. A subtle twitch of her dark ears accompanied the smirk curling at her lips
"Let us talk sowhere more private and quite," she offered, her voice soft and inviting.
"Please follow ," With a graceful turn, she gestured toward the entrance of the pagoda.
But Asher and Lucy remained rooted in place. They weren't fools—this was still her domain, and walking deeper into it without caution would be a mistake.
A pause stretched between them. Then, amusent flickered in her purple eyes as she added,
"Don't worry. With your power, I doubt I could even trap you if you really wanted out. After all, you're the one who made those Demon Kings flee… along with that arrogant dragon."
"You know about that already?"
Not even a full day had passed, and his actions had already sent ripples across continents.
Still, one small silver lining remained—his identity was still unknown.
Kitsune had no reason to suspect he was the sa man she had rcilessly killed five years ago.
'This could work in my favor.' he kept his expression unreadable, his mind already piecing together the next move. 'If I keep my true intentions hidden, I can manipulate the situation—steer it toward eting that woman'
"Alright, Let's talk."
Hisa's lips curled into a smile. Without another word, she turned again, the soft clink of her ornants barely audible over the silence.
As they stepped inside the pagoda, Asher's gaze flicked across the towering wooden pillars, their intricate carvings catching the warm glow of flickering lanterns.
The air was thick with the scent of aged incense.
Lucy trailed her fingers along the smooth, lacquered wood of the railings, her eyes flickering to the statues lining the walls.
Each figure stood tall, their painted eyes gazing forward in serene silence.
At first glance, the statues stood in silent, their eyes fixed forward in eternal watchfulness.
But as the light flickered, shadows danced across their faces—revealing thin, dark trails streaking down from hollow eyes to rigid chins. Like they were crying blood.
For an ordinary human, the sight would have been unnerving. But for the two, it barely registered.
The sound of their footsteps echoed through the grand chamber, bouncing off the vaulted ceilings and the countless alcoves filled with miniature, scary looking buddha statue.
"Magnificent, isn't it?" Hisa finally spoke.
"All of this ca from human temples," she continued, trailing her fingers along a gilded pillar.
"They loved worshiping their so-called gods, yet when the ti ca, no one saved them." She exhaled a sarcastic chuckle. "Ironically, it was us Yokai who gave them refuge."
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She turned back to Asher and Lucy, her dark tail flicking lazily behind her, awaiting their reaction.
"Are you expecting to praise you?" Asher asked.
Hisa's smile didn't waver. If anything, it deepened
"Wouldn't dream of it." Hisa's lips curled into a sly smile. "But compared to demons, who abandon humans to fend for themselves, we yokai are far more generous."
"I'm just saying, you'd be better off aligning with than those selfish demons."
"Are you implying sothing?!" Lucy lashed out, unable to contain her anger any longer.
My, my. So defensive," Hisa mused, her tone light, almost teasing. "Did I strike a nerve?"
Lucy's fists tightened, nails pressing into her palms. She knew exactly what Hisa was doing—and she wasn't going to let her win.
But before she could fight back, Asher's firm voice cut in.
"Enough," he said, his tone cold and final. "I didn't co here for a debate on who's more righteous—demons or yokai. I don't care."
Seeing his irritation the woman general let the matter go with a knowing glint flashing in her eyes. She already said what she wanted.
Eventually, they arrived at the higher level.
Unlike the ornate halls below, this room was minimalist—no lavish statues, no towering pillars, only a serene space enclosed by wooden beams and golden-hued screens depicting delicate cherry blossoms.
The floor was lined with pristine tatami mats, their woven texture firm underfoot.
Hisa moved with grace, lowering herself onto the mat like a trained maiden.
She gestured for them to sit.
But there were no chairs.
Asher and Lucy settled into seiza, the traditional kneeling posture, their legs folded neatly beneath them and their back straight.
Across from them, Hisa's smile never left her beautiful face.
There was sothing effortlessly alluring about her—the way the lantern light caught the sharp angles of her face, the glint in her feline purple eyes, the subtle curve of her lips.
She was very beautiful, undeniably so.
Perhaps even more than Lucy herself.
And the way she looked at Asher was so enticing—not in an obvious or forced manner.
Every glance, every subtle tilt of her head carried an unspoken invitation, a quiet confidence that made it difficult to ignore.
She was practically wrapped in charm, the kind that could make n abandon reason just for a chance to be near her.
Lucy didn't like it one bit. It was one thing for Asher to flirt with won in her absence—she had co to accept that—but watching another shalessly test the waters right in front of her?
That was different.
Now, she was glad she ca along. She didn't even want to imagine what this cunning cat yokai would try if it was not the case.
"Do you want so tea?" she asked while pouring herself a cup.
Her movents were fluid, practiced—this was sothing she had done countless tis.
The rich aroma of the tea filled the air, hinting at its exceptional quality.
As she tilted the pot, the liquid flowed smoothly into her cup without a single ripple, a testant to both her precision and the refinent of her tea set.
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