
First night free in a thousand years, and my knees buckled. The ink's still wet, so let's call this one unwritten.
My lord Oni-General, a picture of you on your knees fetches quite a price. Mind if I sell it to three or four buyers~
General! What in the world was that posture? I doubted my own eyes, I did.
Sealing Hall entry number three, whereabouts confirmed as of last night. You have five days to self-report.


