Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

incredible.

Muzan is not someone who cares about public opinion, because he knows he is not a good person and there are many people who wish they could eat his flesh and scrape his skin.

But this was the first time he had ever heard such slanderous words directed at him.

Moreover, it's quite jarring!

He had never thought this way before. For example, when others called him a demon or said he deserved to die, he would only feel more satisfied.

Is it because this time he was compared to a dog?

Muzan was furious. He memorized the faces of the three people and vowed to make those three idiots suffer once he found the woman and Ubuyashiki.

While Muzan was sulking on one side, the conversation continued on the other.

The man said righteously, "I actually spoke with her before at the Butterfly Mansion. She's a very good person, and I won't allow you to slander her."

His friend gave him a suspicious look: "Say something? Are you sure you're not trying to pick me up?"

"Ha...ha..." The man gave an awkward laugh after being exposed so quickly.

Seeing his friend's expression, the other person immediately became interested and said with a hint of excitement, "Hey, so you actually went to chat her up? And what happened?"

The last person shrugged: "Isn't the result obvious? They were definitely rejected."

The man's face darkened: "Damn it, you've reminded me of bad memories."

"Ah~"

“I told her I wanted to have dinner with her, and she laughed and told me she didn’t like eating.”

"At the time, I thought she was just brushing me off, but now that I think about it, if Ms. Yuko really is a ghost, then it's normal that she doesn't like to eat, right?"

"To be honest, I didn't see her eat much."

Do you know what her favorite food is?

"what?"

"It is you!"

"Impossible! If she were an evil demon, how could the lord have allowed her to join the Demon Slayer Corps?"

"Miss Yuko must be a good ghost."

Muzan was already somewhat numb. He wiped his face, got up, and prepared to pour a cup of blood wine.

He vowed that if he didn't get the information he wanted from those three idiots when he returned, regardless of whether he found the woman or Ubuyashiki, he would kill those three idiots.

However, just as he stood up and was about to leave his chair, the three of them said out of the blue, "It seems that Miss Yuko was staying with the Pillars at Lord Shinazugawa's mansion a few days ago."

"They've all disappeared for the past few days. They must be doing special training with the Pillars, right?"

"I can't even imagine what the Pillar's special training would be like." The man couldn't help but shudder. "It feels like it would be a place more painful than hell."

"That's right, I've heard from friends that Miss Yuko is incredibly strong!"

"I doubt anyone in the Pillars would be her match."

"Impossible, right? Surely Mr. Beimingjima can compare?"

"I also feel that Mr. Beimingjima did not seem to participate in that training, but instead focused on giving us special training from beginning to end."

Everyone couldn't help but shudder: "It would be better if Mr. Himejima also participated in the training."

At least that way they won't have to suffer that pain.

Muzan rubbed his temples expressionlessly, wondering how he could possibly think that these three idiots could provide him with any useful information.

Ha ha.

How could he not know that this group of people were preparing for a decisive battle?

He even knew what they were preparing; it was nothing more than the ability called the Mark that had been passed down from that monster.

He's been watching Kokushibo with his distinctive markings for centuries.

However, none of these things matter to Muzan.

Humans have to sacrifice their lifespan to achieve the same physical qualities as demons, and even then, sacrificing their lifespan doesn't allow them to heal injuries as easily as demons. Calling it a useful talent is actually pathetic enough to make Muzan laugh.

Look at this pathetic creature! It's just a broken arm; a minor illness can bring it down.

Muzan wore a well-fitting suit, and his slender figure and handsome face made him very comfortable in human society.

If you ignore his devilish heart, he could do well anywhere with his appearance.

Just as Muzan kicked the chair away and turned to walk towards the table.

“…Actually, I think I saw that lady before,” one of them said hesitantly.

Muzan paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.

My friend asked, "What?"

"It seems she went to the lord's residence."

Muzan turned around, picked up the chair he had mercilessly kicked to the ground, and plopped down on it.

Okay, I'll trust you one more time.

If you continue to play tricks on him, then don't blame him for torturing you three idiots to the point of wishing you were dead after he wipes out the Demon Slayer Corps.

As if hearing a curse from the heavens, the man said, "With the situation so tense right now, I've been wondering who should be in charge of protecting our lord?"

“Of course it’s Himejima first…” someone said subconsciously, then changed the subject halfway through, “That is Lord Shinazugawa.”

These two should be the pillars closest to the lord.

At least that's what they think.

In particular, Mr. Jimeijima, the Rock Pillar, not only possesses a powerful physique but also a compassionate heart, making him a confidant of the Lord.

"Are you an idiot? I already said it."

"Oh? You mean that lady?"

"nonsense!"

"A ghost came to protect our lord... I've never seen anything like it in my life."

The conversation didn't reveal much useful information, but the next moment, the three people's actions made Muzan involuntarily stand up, supporting himself on his chair.

The three of them instinctively turned their heads and looked in one direction.

That's... Ubuyashiki's residence!

Muzan's lips curled into a near-maniacal smile: "Nakime! Investigate in that direction!"

Finally, he heard some useful information.

"Understood." Nakime watched her boss rant for a while and dared not offer the slightest opinion.

Fortunately, Muzan was not in the mood to listen to her thoughts at that moment, otherwise the newly appointed Upper Moon Four would have been replaced again.

Not necessarily. Nakime's abilities could play a crucial role in the final battle, and Muzan isn't an idiot.

In reality, he generally doesn't care too much about his subordinates' inner gossip, as long as it's not too outrageous.

Well, that is, provided that the subordinate has the ability to make him show leniency.

Any mistake made by the Lower Moon demons would be magnified in his presence, while the Upper Moon demons... he had a much higher tolerance for it.

Muzan was so excited that his brain was about to explode.

found it.

The location of Ubuyashiki and that woman.

It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it.

That location... all it takes is one night tomorrow.

Soon, he will be able to truly overcome the sun.

"Lord Muzan, should we kill these three?" At this moment, Nakime's sudden voice brought him back to his senses.

Muzan suppressed his smile, his wine-red eyes shifting slightly: "Why must I kill them?"

"You think mere humans can anger me?"

Nakime: "..."

It's so hard to guess what the boss is thinking.