Yui now sat inside the grand halls of the Saionji mansion, her posture relaxed and unfazed as though the world hadn't just tried to tear her apart.
But the atmosphere around her was electric with tension.
Every single member of the Yuuna Faction had their eyes locked on her—some filled with unease, others with open hostility.
Weapons were clutched tightly, fingers nervously wrapped around hilts and triggers, as though they were expecting her to pounce at any moment.
But Yui?
She just smiled.
A gentle, almost amused smile that gave away nothing.
Her gaze swept lazily across the room, as if the entire assembly of demons and skeptics didn't bother her in the slightest.
Then, suddenly—
"Ugh…"
She winced, her body twitching ever so slightly.
Instantly, everyone around her stiffened.
A few stepped forward, the click of metal echoing as weapons were drawn halfway.
Suspicion thickened in the air like smoke.
But Yui merely raised a hand in reassurance, her tone light and casual.
