Wutong was visibly stunned,
lowering his head, and staring blankly at Roy, he immediately doubted if he had misheard?
I... Netero... heaven have mercy, how did the young master associate these two names together?
The young butler fell silent,
"What? Afraid?"
Roy scooped a spoonful of bird's nest soup into his mouth, smiling as he looked at him and said, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement. On the day you're ready, I will personally support you."
Wutong gulped, as if finally coming back to his senses, realizing that Roy's words had no pretense, ultimately he replied, "Alright."
Feeling conflicted, he never thought the day would come so quickly, so suddenly, to "die for the young master"…
"Don't be so down," noticing the butler's will waning, Roy expressionlessly bit into a baguette, chewing with a "crunch~ crunch": "Before you're ready, I'll set an example, forcing out all his trump cards."
Including the "Hundred Forms of Guanyin," including the "Zero Form," and even... some other things......
"Huh?" Wutong was stunned again, "I thought...."
"What did you think?" Roy gave him a sidelong glance, voiced his thoughts: "Did you think I was sending you to die?"
Wutong looked down, silent... Silence said it all.....
Roy ignored him, saying to himself, "I told you to deal with him, I want you to defeat him openly and honorably, you..."
"Did you understand?"
"Young master thinks too highly of me...."
"I'm neither overestimating nor underestimating anyone, but stating a fact." The young man finished his porridge, carefully wiped his mouth with a tissue, and seriously looked at Wutong, "You just need to remember this task, as for its feasibility, that's... my task."
"Young master, I,"
"Stop."
"Yes."
The young butler stopped in his tracks, cleared the table and left.
"Gululululu..." The trolley squeaked on the stone corridor, heavy going out, light returning, much like Wutong's mood, light on the way in, heavy on the way out, his departing figure full of hesitation,
Roy pulled out his chair and stood up, walked over to his desk and sat down, watching through the bright window as he left, even without using [En], without summoning [Heartworm], he could discern what the young butler was thinking... merely worrying that when the time comes, if he can't defeat Netero, it would disappoint him, as for his own life....
Perhaps, when Wutong set [Constraints and Oaths], willing to sacrifice his life just to buy time for his escape, it was already hanging by a thread.
Such a person... such loyalty... must not be let down.... "Tap... tap...." Wutong disappeared from the corridor in the blink of an eye....
Roy withdrew his gaze, opened a drawer, flipped to the last page of his grandfather Jager's notes, clearly written with a sentence....
[I have always believed that the meaning of life does not lie in one person, one family, one relationship, or one struggle... but in more noble... a group, an organization, or even a country's collective ideals, striving with all one's might... only then would life not be lived in vain.....]
He added a few names under this sentence... Great-Grandfather Maha Zoldyck... Grandfather Jager Zoldyck... Ging Freecss... the mysterious Skull, and finally, he added his own name... Roy Zoldyck.
They are all fellow travelers... companions in some sense......
A gentle breeze arose, the pen paused, Roy fell into deep thought, uncertain how his future would unfold, or if, like Skull, Great-Grandfather, or Grandfather Jager who might be currently struggling somewhere in the Dark Continent, he too will end in failure... Glancing at the curse on the back of his hand, with a thought, he released the Golden Crow, allowing it to roll freely on the bed, he opened Wutong's follower panel and carefully inspected it....
[Wutong]
[Loyalty: Overflowing Loyalty]
[Constitution: 387 (Note: Average Human is 1)]
[Manifested Nen Amount: C— (37415/100,000)]
[Potential Qi Amount: C— (8649/100,000)]
[Rating: C— (Ordinary ants are at the team leader level, for reference...）]
That leopard once killed by his father's punch from the sky... never mind comparing to Netero, even his father Silva, if he tried, maybe... he could end him with one punch too!
Therefore, to turn the impossible possible, excluding combat experience, at least in "numerical value," Wutong needs to reach B, or even B+ to have hope... but for Wutong to reach B+, Roy glanced at his own panel, his only B— "Potential Qi Amount" is evidently insufficient.
"Weak... too weak... I'm weak... my followers are weak..."
The path of the gods is arduous, the journey long and heavy... fortunately, though the road ahead is long, it's not without direction....
In his hand, points of light blossomed, with several boxes of medicine floating in his palm through his Nen flow... it was the medicine Wutong found specifically for Tanjuro's tuberculosis treatment, after his few days of exploring, he could finally succeed in materializing it into his Cognitive World through "Anti-Conjuration" methods,
Facing the verdant scenery and the chirping birds outside the window, narrowing his eyes, he said: "It's about time to return to the Demon Slayer World."
To fulfill the promise once made to Tanjuro, and also to... slay demons... restoring peace and clarity to Demon Slayer World!
Taking a shallow nap to ease the drowsiness of waking up early, he fell into a doze, in no time, he arrived in his Cognitive World, and saw not far ahead the multicolored path symbolizing "dream"....