The marionettist is the Demon Lord proxy.

Scenario 1-: Chapter 1

Heian Era, Japan.

Minamoto (源) a noble surname bestowed by the Emperors of Japan upon members of the imperial family who were excluded from the line of succession and demoted into the ranks of the nobility since 814.

One of the four great clans that dominate Japanese politics, and after 70 years of waiting, a daughter was finally born from that prestigious clan.

The baby girl has been born healthy.

Maybe healthy is the truth, but normal? is a blatant lie.

The baby's appearance loudly says that for those with eyes.

Hair white as fresh snow of winter, that almost looks silver.

A pair of unfocus and half-lidded eyes were like pieces of precious gem, circles swirled of purpleness shone with innocence.

Beautiful, no, Captivating.

Unfortunately, due to this baby's uniqueness, The head of the Minamoto clan had almost beheaded his partner and baby under the pretext of infidelity.

Almost...

Before the blade of his katana could touch the baby's neck, a servant approached him in a rushing manner, followed by a large group of shinshoku, The household guards in their toes, unreadable expressions adorning their usually cold faces.

"My Lord! Stop your sinful acts!"

"Undo this dishonorable intention, my lord!

"Don't bring God's rage upon us because of your actions!"

The fury that was about to explode seeing his residence being trespassed, was delayed hearing them, face morph from rage to frown.

His expression was now shared with some crowding Elders, minus the plenty of them who looked ready to burst at the disrespecting action from the Grand Shrine of Ise members.

"High priest, wait, what kind of disrespectful action is this? Have you not given me face any longer? Does your confidence in the position you are sitting in now taint your mind? "

His now stern face showed signs of confusion and distaste as he faced the gūji.

"That child must not be hurt! The Gods have given their revelation of that child!"

Hearing that the whole clan fell into silence.

Revelation.

How big is the burden of that one sentence?

Quickly sheathing his katana, the head of the clan was the first to break the silence; paleness had found its way to his skin.

"Let's continue this conversation inside..."

The trembling in his voice was too obvious to be covered up by his cold demeanor; as the Elders and all clan members picked it up, they moved to make space for the shinshoku, with mouths shut.

His eyes caught one of the Shrine maidens lifting the baby from the ground with her mouth reciting a prayer as another helped his lawful wife stand up.

He closed his eyes as his keen hearing caught hold of the prayer lines the miko repeated in a desperate voice, which made his straight face collapse completely.

"Kami-sama, don't bring your wrath upon us...."

The next week, a large-scale banquet was celebrated to commemorate the birth of the first young lady of the Genji.

The patriarch, who was now radiating happiness as he embraced his wife lovingly, was a stark contrast to his usual cold self.

The Elders can be seen exchanging conversation with the guests; their smug expression is barely concealed whenever the congratulations words are spoken or the gifts are shown on the servant's hands.