Demon Progenitor Development Project

Muzan, however, was struck by Shugo's sigh just now and questioned him.

Do you also think I'm going to die?

It is only natural for a seriously ill person to experience drastic personality changes and become unpredictable.

Having experience caring for seriously ill elderly family members, Shugo was not angry at Muzan's questioning.

In his previous life, his grandfather, who was as silent as a stone, would often lose his temper and do things that would cause trouble when he was seriously ill.

There is great terror between life and death.

“Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise. Fortune and misfortune are interdependent. Ningning will have great fortune.” Shugo’s voice softened, his face was as calm as a still lake, and his tone was like coaxing a child. He even called Muzan by his childhood name.

If you become a ghost, you'll never have to worry about getting sick again, but I'll have to worry about my head.

Muzan withdrew his head, his voice muffled.

"Do you really like Kisaragi-hime?" She used to say she wouldn't get married.

The fact that Fujiwara-sama could tolerate Kisaragi's arrogance must mean that he loved her very much – a private speculation from the nobles of Kyoto.

Muzan didn't think much of it before. He knew that Kisaragi's white powder and black teeth meant she wouldn't win Shuuga's favor. But after he became seriously ill, he had nothing to do all day but lie in bed and think wildly.

This thought led to a problem.

Was Shugo lying to him?

Was it because he expressed his feelings that he agreed to a marriage alliance with the royal family?

Was Shugo ignoring him for those years because of that woman?

Muzan nervously bit his fingers, various thoughts swirling in his mind.

Muzan knew one thing clearly: all his medical expenses, including medication, were paid for by Shugo. Ubuyashiki? Ha.

Giving a token amount is already quite generous; nobody wants to fill a bottomless pit.

Now that things have come to this, Muzan knows in his heart that his family had long since given up on him, or rather, that he had never been considered a successor.

Muzan never considered that place his home.

Apart from Fujiwara no Shugo, who else would be willing to spend so much money on someone else, especially Kisaragi-hime? How could the matriarch allow her husband to spend so much money on someone outside the family, as if he had lost his mind?

Seeing Muzan finish asking his question, Shugo staring at him with his dim black eyes without blinking, Shugo's expression stiffened slightly, feeling a bit guilty, like he'd been caught doing something wrong.

"No." Shugo touched his soft, long, curly hair.

People in ancient times all wore long hair, and Muzan was no exception. Wearing only his inner garment and without a crown, Muzan's thick, black hair, as black as ebony, hung down like cherry blossom branches, making him look even more beautiful.

“It was a political deal. I have no feelings for her. I will always get married, and so will you.” Shugo tapped the boy’s forehead.

Marry a wife? After you marry her, she will have children and become family with her. You will treat your children the way you treated me, and then he will be discarded like trash.

Muzan is suffering from delusions in every nerve.

The bitter smell of medicine filled my nasal cavity.

Wu Can listlessly took the bowl full of bitter medicine and drank it down in one gulp.

"Glug glug...cough cough..."

Muzan, who had choked, coughed violently.

Shugo comforted Muzan by placing his arm around Muzan's protruding spine, helping him catch his breath.

Muzan coughed, covering his mouth with a handkerchief, and it took him a long time to finally stop.

Once he recovered, Muzan sensed something was wrong.

The dampness on my fingers felt like a slimy, venomous snake was wriggling around.

This venomous snake is called Death.

The glaring bloodstains stained the snow-white handkerchief.

Muzan stared at the bloodstains, remaining silent. He calmly folded the handkerchief and put it away, appearing as if his mind was stretched to its limit, his vision filled with a crimson illusion.

Unaware that Muzan was already imagining his own miserable end, Shugo used work as an excuse to leave.

"Get some rest. I'll come see you again tomorrow." Shugo straightened Muzan's clothes, smoothed out the wrinkles, and then prepared to leave.

After becoming the head of the family and the regent, Shugo's workload increased significantly. He even had to control the inner quarters and dared not let Kisaragi-hime touch this part of the power.

Coming to accompany Muzan was already squeezing out one of the few leisure times she had.

Muzan didn't think so. He felt that the other person was annoyed with him and left because they didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Having been sick so many times, no amount of care and sympathy would be enough to exhaust him. Even his blood relatives would feel this way, let alone an outsider. That's the rational thought.

Emotionally, Muzan couldn't accept it; he placed all the needs of ordinary people for family, friendship, and love onto the person who was about to leave.

Are you going to abandon me?

Because I'm going to die?

I'm useless now, right?

Those divisive words from the past are like a persistent carbuncle, always there.

Muzan braced himself on the bedding with his right hand, slowly groping around.

A short but sharp dagger was pulled out.

The blade gleamed with a cold light, ready to devour its prey.

Muzan stared intently at the departing figure, his eyes shifting unpredictably.

Kill them!

Dead people don't walk anymore, hehe!

It seemed as if demons and ghosts were whispering in my ears.

The voices of men, women, young and old ultimately become a cacophony of noise, disturbing the mind.

The scene before me was layered and overlapping, making it difficult to see clearly.

Everything was driving Muzan mad.

Shugo felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but sneeze.

Has the weather gotten colder lately?

strangeness.

Shugo turned around to give some instructions, as Muzan's frail body was too sensitive to temperature changes and he always had to stay in bed.

"..."

Hiiragi fell silent.

He sent people to follow and protect the doctor, but little did he know that it was I who needed protection.

Does your heart feel cold?

There is a bit of that, but it's within expectations.

The most cowardly boss in a shonen manga, known as the "scumbag boss," is someone you can't expect to repay with gratitude.

impossible.

As for threats, that's a joke.

If a critically ill patient could be killed with a knife, then all his years of training would be a joke.

The most crucial question is, where did this knife come from?

Hiiragi knew that he had secretly given the order to confiscate weapons.

Muzan should have been able to reach a place where he had no usable weapons.

Hiraga stepped forward, snatched the blade, and stuffed the person into the bedding.

Muzan instinctively struggled.

Being weak and powerless, he was naturally unable to resist.

Realizing he was useless, Muzan suddenly burst into tears, a really loud, heart-wrenching cry.

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Seeing Muzan's emotional breakdown, he had no choice but to step forward and comfort him.

"...You don't want me to leave?" With a sob, Shugo asked an incomprehensible question.

???

Oh no, did I go too far?

Shugo looked at Muzan, who was clinging to him and trembling all over, and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

Let's stabilize the situation for now.

Shugo looked wearily at Muzan, who had no intention of letting go.

The attempt to persuade them failed.

Muzan is like a baby who hasn't been weaned yet, completely insecure and unable to be separated from his mother for even a moment.

The new male mother had to stay temporarily.