Yasui fell silent.
In the forest, only the sound of rustling footsteps remained.
Regretting his loose tongue, Yasui headed towards the wooden house with a sense of unease in his heart.
Why on earth would Sakata Yokio choose to meet here?
Ever since he entered the wooden house, it was completely empty.
Fujiwara Norika stood there, looking a bit downcast.
Although the Slaughterer of Blood seemed relaxed, he was still vigilantly observing the surroundings.
Suddenly, the Golden Armor God pressed his temple, and a red dot on his forehead began to flash.
Yasui was always curious.
It was the first time he had seen a human with golden color.
In fact, the Golden Armor God exuded a golden glow all over his body because he was cloaked in golden material from head to toe.
He wore a golden outfit that shimmered and was soft to the touch.
Even Yasui knew that this outfit was not for show.