"You don't seem to care at all about today's awards."
Seated together at the edge of the Rōnin Longhouse, Lady Butterfly exhaled a puff of smoke, tapped her cigarette pipe, and glanced at Lann.
At this moment, the Demon Hunter was completely ignoring the lively atmosphere inside the room, leaning lazily against the bamboo of the longhouse's wooden corridor, boredly watching outside.
Upon hearing Lady Butterfly's question, he retorted without turning his head.
"What else? The awards won't be given to me, and even if they were, I wouldn't want them. I'm not going to stay here just because of some land or titles. You understand, right, Lady Butterfly?"
The elderly woman nodded unsurprisingly.
"Indeed, a man with so many skills from the Ming Country, who has traveled to the Southern Barbarians and then returned again. How could someone like that be stopped by a few pieces of land in Iwami Country?"
"Oh? Now you're certain that I'm from the Ming Country?"
