Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 656 - Chapter 656 Chapter 561 Service

Chapter 656: Chapter 561 Service? Chapter 656: Chapter 561 Service? “A messenger from Sword Pavilion…”

Standing on the steps, Ishii Mitsugu nodded with respectful deference.

“There’s no need for formalities, Lord Ishii,” she laughed softly. “Just call me by my name, or Ice Butterfly.”

In terms of age, status, position, and power, Ishii Mitsugu held all the cards over Yuuki Nao. She couldn’t very well maintain her earlier demeanor, so her expression eased slightly.

“When we arrived…”

“They were just minor matters. I’ve sent people to deal with them; we should hear news soon,” Ishii Mitsugu interrupted Yuuki Nao without a trace, completely ignoring Roger standing beside him.

Roger didn’t mind. He surveyed the surroundings–the buildings on the mountain were mostly a monochrome earthen gold, sprinkled with touches of vermilion.

It was then he felt a peculiar sensation and, turning his head, saw the girl standing beside Ishii Mitsugu staring intently at him.

The girl was not tall, her figure clad in garments that only allowed the smooth contours of her body to show; her gaze was pure, brimming with a hint of curiosity.

Truth be told, Roger hadn’t been the subject of such a gaze in a long time, and he found it quite novel.

For some reason, the skin exposed to the girl’s gaze seemed to tremble every so slightly, as if a gentle breeze or a whispered breath caressed it.

The sensation was like a breeze fine as cow hair brushing over the skin or someone lightly exhaling by the ear.

In the meantime, Ishii Mitsugu and Yuuki Nao were blandly exchanging words about some meaningless matters, and the girl seized the chance to make a mischievous face at Roger when no one was paying attention.

The group proceeded toward the great hall. The robust man who had led Roger and the others here was also sited among the guests.

He had changed his clothes, yet his rugged demeanor was still apparent.

During the formal introductions, Roger found out that this unimpressive man was actually Ishii Mitsugu’s son.

Ishii Shinichi.

The girl who had accompanied them earlier hadn’t reappeared, prompting a flutter of realization in Roger’s heart; his expectations for what was to come edged higher.

The scene seemed an intermingling of toasts and harmonious exchanges, but in truth, until twilight darkened and lights were lit within the room, none of the banquet’s wine or delicacies had been tasted.

Ishii Shinichi had been sitting quietly to the side the whole time, continuously drinking without a word, occasionally glancing over at Roger.

As for Roger, since the girl’s departure, he had focused his entire attention on the chopsticks before him, most of his mind lost in the library of the Hunter’s Cabin.

Until, finally,

“It’s getting late; let’s see our honored messengers to their rest,” Ishii Mitsugu said.

At these words, Roger slowly lifted his head; he had his suspicions but was unclear how the other party intended to manifest them.

“Please follow me,” Ishii Shinichi stood and led Roger across the corridor towards a courtyard decorated with grace.

Before they even neared, Roger caught the faint sound of flute music. As the breeze stirred, it carried a few petals that, as if directed by someone’s unseen hand, playfully brushed Roger’s cheek.

They glided slowly and softly, like a girl’s touch.

“I hope you find it satisfactory,” Ishii Shinichi said with a peculiar smile before vanishing into the darkness.

Roger entered the courtyard to see a three-story building, not a symmetrical design, but with a slightly larger bottom floor and the upper two floors offset from each other.

As he pondered this, a familiar voice reached his ears, “White Wolf, would you really forsake such a beautiful night?”

The voice emanated from behind lightly closed doors. Roger thought of those innocent eyes and the waist-length black hair.

“Whoosh!”

Gently pulling the wooden door aside, the room’s dim light illuminated only a small area of the soft couch, upon which the girl sat with a reserved posture, dressed in a floral robe and gazing at Roger.

“I’ve been preparing all afternoon just for this moment,” the girl said, lowering her head modestly to reveal a snowy neck.

“What does this mean?” Roger asked with a light chuckle.

“The nights here are much colder than the days,” the girl shrugged slightly. “Would you mind closing the door?”

Her tone and posture were just right. Roger didn’t speak; he stepped into the room and casually closed the door behind him.

In a corner of the courtyard wall, unnoticed by him, a pair of eyes slowly retreated.

“Tsk, tsk. Enjoy it to the fullest; such opportunities are rare these days.”

“White Wolf, is your Guardian Spirit a white wolf?” the girl asked softly. “My name is Ishii Satomi,” she said.

“Satomi?” Roger looked her over from head to toe. “Where’s the beauty?”

Ishii Satomi was momentarily taken aback, but quickly grasped the implication in Roger’s words and couldn’t help but giggle.

When she giggled, she would lift her sleeve to cover her nose and below, leaving Roger to see only the girl’s crescent-moon eyes and exquisite eyebrows.

“You’ll have to find that out for yourself,” Ishii Satomi said, lifting her head. Roger noticed that the innocence on the girl’s face had vanished, replaced by a blend of naive charm and mature confidence.

As she rose to her feet, her movements as fluid as if she was boneless, the floral robe obediently slid off her body, and by the time she stood erect, her figure was fully revealed to Roger.