to be a part of your family.” She knelt, setting her bag and The Madam inside down beside her. “I will start at the bottom! I will work my way up the ranks! Give me a chance and I will prove to you that—“

“Shut up!” he screamed before descending into a fit of rattling coughs. When he was done hacking, he propped his arms onto the chair, trying to stand. “Stop this nonsense! Get her out of here! I’ll not ask again!” He waved his men forward. “If you don’t want money, fine! Get her out of my sight and give her nothing!”

Rage was gone now. All that remained was a sense of loneliness.

All this time and effort. To get so close… Only to have this dying, old…

“To think I would make you Minowara?”...

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