"Very well. Carry the Fortunes, Daigotsu-san." Masako bobbed her head, reaching for her densai once more. "Whichever you serve." It was a barb, a reminder that he was not trusted. At least not yet.

It may have been a barb. But it did not carry the venom that the prior had uttered. "And may they favor you, Asako-sama." He doubted he would earn her trust soon.

But he would not fail.

He bowed deeply, and made his exit.