
0
7
(Memory Cross) Banquet in Kyoto Palace 6
Story:
Every eye in the hall now rested on the Empress.
For exactly one second, Michiru-sama's composure flickered—eyebrows lifting, hand tightening around her cup—a genuine moment of surprise breaking through the lacquer.
Then the smooth serenity returned, seamless as ever.
She thanked Violet, with visible warmth, for asking so honestly about her doubt. And she gave her answer plainly: no, she was not that person.
But she did not stop there—and what she said next drew an audible shift of breath around the table.
"However," said the Empress of Yamato, "Murasame and I are acquainted. In fact—for a period of time, that girl served as my Kagemusha. My shadow." She let the word settle, exotic and heavy, into the hush.
"She wore my face when my face was needed in dangerous places, and she guarded my life when my life needed guarding. She has since been relieved of that role, and now serves within the Taimanin organization, fighting the demons that threaten us all."
A Kagemusha. Yoshiaki blinked. Mitsuhide's mind was visibly reordering three intelligence reports at once. Nobunaga's fingers drummed once, softly, on his knee—the sound of a character profile updated in his mind.
Sampling Method
ER-SDE
Sampling Steps
25
CFG Scale
4.5
Seed
692995813
Canvas Size
640x1536


