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Chapter 111 Lord Karasuma Jin, a powerful return!

In the front hall, where gold and red intertwine, the banquet had clearly ended, yet the uneasy guests who pushed open the door gathered one by one, hesitating or whispering as they peered through the windows and into the storm, gazing into the isolated castle courtyard.

A restless atmosphere permeated the air.

The same was true of the two gentlemen in violet tailcoats, who stood in the shadow of the marble statue, quietly scrutinizing these nouveau riche with nothing but money.

The man on the left has a brooch pinned to his chest. The center of the ring has only two simple chrysanthemum petals, like sharp arrows, one pointing upwards and the other downwards.

The mixed-race man standing to his right lowered the brim of his hat, concealing his emerald green eyes: "Fifteen minutes have passed since the gunshots rang out. Have you received any intelligence from the rear?"

"There's still no news about the mole among the servants in the mansion. Are you ready to change your identity?"

Karasuma Jin, at least that's his current alias, touched the silver Beretta M1951 at his waist and his eyes darkened: "As long as the cleaning up of the Ooka family's side is not a problem."

Iga Kotatsu stepped out of the shadows and called over a passing waiter: "Please give me a cup of sake with cherry blossom petals floating in it."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

A hoarse reply came through the white bird-beak mask, and the waiter bowed respectfully before carrying the golden tray toward the back corridor.

Gazing at the antiques and artworks scattered throughout the mansion at dusk, Iga Kotatsu clicked his tongue in amazement: "The Karasuma clan is truly extravagantly luxurious. Even their daily utensils are adorned with gold. Even the Emperor we serve is not this extravagant!"

"After all, Karasuma Renya's mother was an Italian noblewoman, and this castle was built with funds from that duchess when she married into the Japanese royal family." Having already memorized the background information, Karasuma Jin took a deep breath, knowing that it was this Italian-Japanese mixed heritage that made him the one chosen.

In Japan, the nobles who serve the Emperor and the court are called "court ladies" or "dōjō-ke," and they are usually families whose surnames are directly bestowed or recognized by the Emperor.

As the name suggests, the families in the main hall were granted the right to enter the Imperial Palace, while the families that could not enter the palace were called the families in the underground palace.

Within the court families, there is a hierarchy, from highest to lowest: Regent Family > Imperial Family > Minister Family > Imperial Guard Family = Distinguished Family > Half-Family. Although the Karasuma family is only one of the 28 Distinguished Families, its speed of development and expansion of power are astonishing, to the point that it has now accumulated enough wealth that even the Imperial Family fears.

As the nominal illegitimate son of Karasuma Renya in the plan, he will take over the Karasuma Group under this identity after the upcoming purge.

The mission entrusted to him by Igaya was to restore the center of Japan's wealth and power to the imperial family, to secretly balance and weaken the growing power of these noble nobles, and to ensure that the imperial family's rule was not threatened.

Recalling the extraordinary foresight and talent displayed by the head of the Karasuma family over the past 100 years, even his enemies had to lament, "Time truly is merciless!"

"Please enjoy your cherry blossom sake."

Like a ghost, a servant appeared carrying a tray. Iga Kotatsu took the wine glass and the napkin underneath, and returned to the shadows.

He carefully unfolded the napkin, his movements practiced yet cautious. Among the layers of folds, his fingers finally touched a thin, off-white piece of paper. This piece of paper was hidden so cleverly that it would be almost impossible to find without careful searching.

[The high-level meeting of the seven major groups has concluded successfully. Ooka has succeeded; everything is proceeding smoothly. The escort to the inner courtyard will be waiting at the west side gate.]

Iga carefully wrote down the message, word by word, and dropped the paper into his cup. The thin rice paper began to dissolve the moment it touched the alcohol, and within seconds, it was gone without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"Your actions from now on will be entirely taken over by the guide in the back courtyard."

Iga Kotatsu looked at the Karasuma garrison and handed over a small bottle containing a colorless, transparent liquid.

"The rear area is heavily guarded. We must seize this opportunity. Even if it means sacrificing our entire squad, we absolutely cannot expose the existence of the Iga-ya!"

"For His Majesty the Emperor!"

"For His Majesty the Emperor."

Other forces had already sent out intelligence agents with trepidation. The Karasuma Formation blended into the flow of people entering and leaving the front hall, and even when heading to the heavily guarded back corridor, it did not arouse any suspicion.

The front courtyard of the Twilight Villa was meticulously arranged as a public area to welcome guests, while the opposite rear courtyard was Karasuma Renya's exclusive territory, which was difficult for outsiders to see.

The castle's layout is in the shape of the Chinese character "回" (hui), with a magnificent door on each of the east and west sides of the long corridor. These doors not only divide the front and back courtyards but also bear the important responsibility of defending against external enemies when necessary.

The defense mechanisms in the rear corridor are complex, sophisticated, and unpredictable, making them difficult even for Iga-ya's elite agents to fully control.

If it weren't for the two servants who were placed there at great expense many years ago and gradually promoted to high-ranking positions, Karasuma Jin probably wouldn't even have had the chance to step into the back corridor.

Karasuma Jin snapped out of his daze and turned his gaze toward the agreed-upon location.

The massive gate is engraved with various mythological stories such as "Tree of Life," "Ark," and "Hell." In the center of the gate, the "Crow in an Egg," symbolizing the Karasuma family crest, fiercely glares down at all passersby.

There was a small door in the wall next to the main gate, which was an entrance for servants. In the shadows by the door, a head maid, also wearing a raven mask and with short brown-grey hair, was waiting.

According to incomplete observations, the total number of servants in the Twilight Villa reached about two hundred, and the management team consisted of four butlers and eight head maids.

The uniforms worn by servants of different ranks were also different, and this is how Karasuma Jin identified her identity.

"Please follow me inside."

Upon seeing Karasuma Jin, the head maid gracefully lifted her skirt to bow, then turned and took out three exquisite keys, inserting them one by one into the keyholes and gently turning them to open the gate leading to the inner courtyard.

Guided by the head maid, Karasuma Jin passed through the small door.

Before you lies a winding, downward-sloping dark passage, illuminated only by a few dim wall lamps casting a faint glow.

The passage used by the servants was completely different from the magnificent and elegant passage above.

The walls of the secret passage were made of rough stones, their surfaces covered with the marks of time. Occasionally, moss, grown from the continuous wind and rain, could be seen in the gaps between the stones, presenting an eerie green hue in the dim light.

The passageway is wide enough for two people to pass side by side. According to intelligence reports, it would take 3 to 5 minutes to walk through such an underground labyrinth to reach the rear courtyard safely.

The sound of leather shoes and high heels echoed in the dark passage. The head maid stopped at a turn and walked towards a locked door.

"This is the entrance to the back courtyard, Lord Zhen."

Her sweet and gentle voice was as sweet as honey, making Karasuma Jin take another look at her.

As the heavy door slowly opened, Karasuma Jinshin expected to be led to Ooka's private lounge, or directly to the person in charge's office, to discuss the next course of action in detail.

But the scene before him told him that this was by no means part of the plan.

Dim light leaked from the crack in the door. Inside the lounge, eleven servants stood like statues, forming a tight circle. Each of them was fully armed, gripping a sharp longsword or a cold rapier. A chilling aura permeated the air.

Meanwhile, the Wu Huan Jin, this dubious imposter, was standing at the center of their encirclement.

The head maid gently locked the side door behind her, then calmly returned to her colleagues, announcing in a firm and clear voice:

"As per the orders of Steward Ran, we have successfully brought the heir, Lord Jin, back to the main family safely. We have fulfilled our mission."