Chapter 282: The Hungover Arataki Itto
At the same time, 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 somehow grown inward.
The dizziness and pounding headache made him feel like he wasn't himself anymore.
This was the first time he had ever experienced a hangover like this.
"Genta, get me some 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 time, everything around him was completely silent.
"Genta? Mamoru? Akira?"
He called out the names of his underlings one by one, yet there was still no reply.
After hesitating a few seconds, he tentatively called another name.
"Shinobu?"
Usually, if he tried ordering Shinobu around like this, she'd at least scold him.
But this time…
"You guys are—?"
He opened his eyes and sat up.
A moment 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 remembered 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 mess and his pants were halfway down.
"Hiss—!"
Pulling his pants up immediately, he hurried to look for Miss Hina again.
But he didn't find her. Instead, he found something else on the bed.
A small, snow-white fluffy ball—something he remembered as a decoration on Miss Hina's chest.
"Don't tell me…"
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 something 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 messy bedsheets as well.
Maybe it was his imagination, but as he smoothed the covers, he thought he smelled 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, someone knocked on the door.
He quickly stuffed it into his pocket and sat back on the bed.
"Who is it?"
"Sir, it's time 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 come—aside from Miss Hina—was the huge, delicious meal.
"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 become 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 moment, he was holding the confidential intel that Gorou had worked extremely hard to obtain, examining it with a slightly strange expression.
At first glance, the document 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 seemed perfect.
But… if the subject of this intel was Itto, then the entire report instantly became meaningless.
When Bai Luo had mentioned gathering clues, he wondered whether some 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 documents.
This particular file was something Bai Luo had casually taken with him when he left Yae Miko's place.
It wasn't important—just an assignment 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 something this impressive.
Perhaps… he should come again after some time?
Maybe he could obtain even more explosive intel next time.
"The credibility of that document 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 me 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 same 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 home."
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 extremely 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 home.
After all, even that lofty Divine Priestess—Sangonomiya Kokomi—had already become nothing more than a small ornamental fish in his fish tank.
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