"Go on."
"Hehe~" Ibaraki let out a light laugh, tilting her head slightly, and the white hair under her hood slipped off her shoulder. But her next words almost froze the air in the room—
"Have offspring, Lord Kamiya."
Kamiyagawa: ?
Even with his composure, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
No way... This person, why does every serious conversation always somehow end up circling back to the topic of "having children"?
A long time ago, Ibaraki had made more than one bold, straightforward remark like "our Ghost Tribe is willing to bear offspring for you."
Ibaraki seemed to completely ignore the flash of bewilderment and speechlessness on Kamiya's face. She unconsciously tapped the toe of her foot on Yoshitune's back, and her tone suddenly shifted from frivolity to an unusual calmness. She continued speaking, her voice not loud, but every word was clear:
