Super God: Diary System, but without a brain.

Chapter 271

"That's right, he's the murderer."

Su Bai calmly gave the answer.

But Wan Ye couldn't calm down. His hands gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

But in the end, he still couldn't pull out the knife.

It wasn't that he couldn't bear it, but that he knew...

Su Bai hadn't finished speaking.

Su Bai then looked at the siblings, Ayato and Ayaka.

"You siblings..."

The two women's expressions were also rather grim. At this point, they understood that Su Bai had summoned them because this matter was inextricably linked to the Shenli family. And the only thing they could think of was that one thing.

"That's right, the Kamisato family is loyal to the emperor and serves the country."

Su Bai smiled faintly, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Lei Yingdian in the distance.

Ying was also deeply moved.

Did she, who once entrusted everything to the general, also let down the people who truly cared for Inazuma?

"Scattered soldiers—oh no, back then it was called the Collapsed Kingdom." Su Bai withdrew his gaze.

"The Thunder Kingdom collapsed in an attempt to destroy the Five Transmissions of Thunder, indiscriminately killing innocent people."

Wan Ye's grip tightened even more.

"The current head of the Kamisato family was killed by the collapse of the Raiden Kingdom in order to protect the Raiden Five Generations."

Ayato Kamisato's breathing suddenly became heavier, and his eyes seemed to burn with flames.

"If this matter had not reached the ears of General Raiden, and if Yae no Kami had not spoken up for him, the Kamisato family would probably have been wiped out long ago, becoming just another piece of Inazuma's history."

Su Bai paused and looked at the Shen siblings.

"And the next head of the Kamisato family, who was your parents, worked day and night for Inazuma to repay the general's kindness in sparing their lives, and eventually died of exhaustion."

silence.

Dead silence.

Ayaka Kamisato lowered her eyes, clasped her hands in front of her, but her fingertips trembled slightly.

A hand gently covered her tightly clenched hands.

It's Ayato.

He didn't speak, and didn't even look at her.

He simply stood beside his sister, his usually gentle eyes burning with an intensely suppressed flame, yet he never let that flame touch her.

"From this point on, the heavy responsibility of the family fell on the shoulders of that innocent and carefree young master."

Su Bai looked at Ayato Kamisato.

"To prevent his sister from being tainted by darkness, he chose to bear everything alone."

He paused, then shifted his gaze to Ayaka Kamisato.

"But as his younger sister, Ayaka—can she really bear to watch her brother bear all of this alone?"

Ayaka Kamisato's shoulders trembled slightly.

She looked up and met Su Bai's gaze. His gaze held no pity, no sympathy, only a calm, unwavering look, as if waiting for her to speak.

Her brother, standing beside her, did not speak before her for the first time.

"I can't bear it."

Linghua's voice was soft, yet incredibly firm.

She raised her eyes, looking directly at Su Bai, and also at the brother who had always protected her.

"I have never had the heart to do that."

Ayato Kamisato glanced sideways, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by his sister's next words.

"My brother always keeps everything from me."

She didn't look at Ayato, but stared straight ahead, her voice as calm as if she were telling a story she already knew well.

"When my father and mother passed away, he told me, 'It's alright, your brother is here.' When he took over as head of the family, he told me, 'It's not hard work, it's just a matter of signing a few more names.'"

Those nights spent working until dawn at the magistrate's office, those banquets attended by various factions, those late nights he thought I didn't know, staring blankly at my parents' memorial tablets—"

She finally turned her head and looked at Ayato Kamisato, her eyes slightly red, but she didn't shed a tear.

"He always told me 'it's okay.' But he forgot that we were separated by a paper door. I listened to him every night he tossed and turned, unable to sleep."

Ayato Kamisato remained silent, his hands clenching slightly within his sleeves. He wanted to say something, to explain, to continue using his usual gentle smile to gloss over the matter.

But as his lips moved, he realized that all the words he had prepared had lost their meaning in his sister's clear eyes.

"I know my brother wants to protect me." Linghua turned around to face her brother, her hands clasped in front of her, her posture still that of the dignified and serene White Egret Princess.

"But has my brother ever thought about this—I also want to protect my brother?"

"Ayaka—"

"It's not just talk." She interrupted him, her tone revealing a stubbornness rarely seen in public.

"I practice swordsmanship every day until my fingers bleed, not for the title of Princess Egret."

I was thinking that if my brother were ever in danger, I could stand beside him, not behind him.

She took a deep breath, as if finally saying what she had kept hidden in her heart for far too long. Her whole body trembled slightly, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"I will never be my brother's weakness. Never have I been."

Su Bai looked at her, then at Ayato Kamisato, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Listen to this," he shrugged, "your sister is much better at fighting than you."

Ayato Kamisato did not refute.

He simply chuckled softly, a chuckle devoid of helplessness, but instead tinged with a faint hint of pride and relief.

"...Yes," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "She has always been better than me."

He reached out, hesitated for a moment, and finally gently placed his hand on his sister's head. Just like many, many years ago, when that little girl who could still cry sat on the porch waiting for him to come home.

The difference is that back then he would tell her "it's okay." Today, he didn't say anything.

Because he suddenly realized that she no longer needed his comfort.

What she needs is his trust.

"Even so, when our country collapsed, we still didn't think we had done anything wrong."

Su Bai's tone softened, the earlier teasing and banter gone, replaced by a thin layer of coldness.

"Her hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, yet she still calls herself a 'hero' with a pure heart and a flawless soul."

He paused, then suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Honestly, this plot is truly outrageous.

Thinking of the girl next door

They were used and treated as research subjects, and despite trying everything, they couldn't revive the people of their town.

In the end, he did wrong and his hands were stained with the lives of innocent people.

But she was not exonerated, no one defended her, and no one said, "You were just used, it's not your fault."

Finally, he consumed a Blood Oath from the protagonist.

Su Bai looked at the three of them one last time.

"Alright, we'll leave the decision of what to do with him to the three of you."

After saying that, he said no more and silently retreated to Wendy and Zhong Li's side.

Su Bai stepped back to Wendy and Zhong Li's side and remained silent. He had said everything that needed to be said; the rest was up to those three.

The wind on the mountaintop suddenly stopped. Everyone looked at Man'yō, Ayato Kamisato, and Aya Kamisato.

—Three Inatsumi people stand before a murderer stained with Inatsumi's blood.

Manyo made the first move.

He stepped forward, each step steady and deliberate.

The Kamisato siblings exchanged a glance and then moved their feet.