Shimizu Eiichi looked in shock at the Scythe Weasel who suddenly erupted, and then instinctively looked over at Rakshasa.
Rakshasa's reaction... was extremely calm.
He calmly raised his gaze and met the eyes of the Scythe Weasel, who was looking down at him, his expression indifferent, as if he had already anticipated this response from the Scythe Weasel.
"Why should you take orders from me?" Rakshasa softly repeated the challenge the Scythe Weasel had just issued, "Because you inadvertently made a mistake and were transferred by Lord Orochi to serve under me. Is that reason enough?"
"Stop using Lord Orochi to oppress me!" The Scythe Weasel impatiently waved his large hand, and the blue veins bulged at the side of his neck due to the intensity of his roar. "I only obey the orders of Lord Orochi and Lord Ōtakemaru! Except for these two lords, no matter if your status is higher or your strength is greater, keep your hands off me!"
