Demon Progenitor Development Project

"So my name is Fujiwara Shugo, and you are my wife?" Shugo, who had just learned his name, looked at the beautiful woman opposite him with a blank expression.

isn't it?

Is he able to marry such a beautiful wife?

Shugo was very insecure about himself, yet he couldn't help but secretly look at his beautiful wife, lingering on her exposed snow-white neck, his nose twitching.

"That beautiful woman smells so good," Shugo thought, feeling dizzy, and couldn't help but doubt himself once again.

Is this really his wife?

I'm clearly not good at charming girls, huh? How come I'm not good at charming girls?

A look of confusion appeared in Hiiragi's eyes.

Amnesia is a terrible feeling.

"And haven't I died before?" Shugo was still bothered by the fact that he started out lying in a coffin.

“…Hmm.” Muzan answered after a moment of silence.

"So I've come back to life? And turned into a demon?" Even with amnesia, Shugo still knows common sense.

Resurrection from the dead?

Muzan nodded.

Am I really the owner of this body?

Everything feels so unfamiliar. Even if I had amnesia, I should still have some recollection of it, right?

I feel like I've been drifting for a long time?

So it must be a case of possession and resurrection?

[So this is the original owner's wife?]

They're practically lying in the same coffin; they must be madly in love.

Otherwise, would any normal married couple be willing to lie in each other's coffins while still alive?

For some reason, he had a gut feeling that this wasn't his body.

Hiiragi thought to himself with a heavy heart.

Muzan looked at the other person's familiar, relaxed sitting posture, and then looked at Shugo with a strange gaze.

If he hadn't listened to his inner thoughts, he would never have known that Shugo's inner world was so rich.

"Nene, right? Where will I stay next?" Facing the beautiful stranger with whom he had an awkward relationship, Shugo asked cautiously, afraid of offending her.

“Of course my husband lives with me, right here,” the elegant and imposing beauty sitting opposite me said matter-of-factly.

It's impossible to stay alone in an empty room.

Now that they're awake, how could he be worse off than when he was guarding the corpse?

Hiiragi was suddenly choked up.

What if the beautiful woman plans to have a intimate chat tonight?

This is my first time, won't they notice?

Muzan: ...Who hasn't been here before?

"How about we sleep in separate rooms for now?" Hiiragi murmured.

Muzan's gaze lingered on Shugo, though it seemed to be there only slightly.

After Hiiragi became a demon, he underwent a complete transformation.

His entire body looked as if it had been painted white.

Even the pupils of his eyes had a silvery-white color.

Does Shugo have any other colors on his body?

—Some have patterns that coil around the wrists and necks like cracks on porcelain, or like swimming black snakes.

He was much thinner than he was when he was alive.

—The body probably shrank because it's been sitting for too long.

At first glance, Shugo looks like a snow fairy, but after looking at him for a while, a strong sense of inhumanity comes over you.

"No, you can't." The beautiful woman narrowed her long, cat-like eyes, rejecting the question with an unyielding tone, then asked, "Are you hungry?"

Most newly transformed demons experience the following: their appetite overcomes their reason, turning them into beasts; they lose memories of their human past...

Seeing Hiiragi shake his head, Muzan had a sudden thought.

A moment later, a male servant came in carrying a plate of fresh, tender red meat.

This is meat from animals kept in the mansion with little blood.

Rare blood is an irresistible temptation for ghosts, but the male servant dared not show the slightest covetousness. He put down the plate, bowed, and quickly retreated.

With a forced smile, Wu Can pushed the plate over, gently coaxing her.

"Eat."

Hiiragi, you've always been so kind and gentle, but good people don't always get good rewards.

Muzan's eyes darkened for a moment. How did Shugo die? He died because of his own soft heart; it was entirely his own fault.

Besides, only by eating people can we become a family.

Muzan's smile grew even more gentle and tender.

Looking at the bloody chunks of meat, Shugo, who had no appetite, looked away with a hint of disgust and shook his head again; "I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat."

Eating cooked food is an instinct etched into our souls.

As for why it's raw meat, it's probably a local specialty.

Understand understand.

However, Shugo firmly but tactfully refused.

Muzan, wearing a smiling mask, tried to sell the product several times, but Shugo still looked troubled.

Rejected, Muzan smiled and twisted the servants in the courtyard into pretzels, gagging them to prevent the stupid ghost's cries from disturbing them.

He, Muzan Kibutsuji, couldn't possibly be wrong, so he decisively took his anger out on his subordinates, completely forgetting that he had only ordered some food to be brought over.

Ghosts don't have the habit of eating cooked food; everyone slaughters and eats it fresh! —The unlucky ghost twisted into a pretzel and frozen in place.

Hiiragi had no idea that a demon had suffered because of his thoughts.

Muzan confirmed that Shugo was genuinely uninterested in cannibalism. With this in mind, he took Shugo to see the house and introduced him to the man before leading him back to his bedchamber.

Muzan took out a large box from the partitioned room, which was filled with all sorts of items.

The box contained all sorts of small items: an old cat doll, a chessboard with blurred lines, and faded building blocks, each one showing the marks of time.

Muzan took out all the wooden cat sculptures and placed them in front of Shugo.

"Did I make all of these?" Shugo picked up a wooden cat head carving, looked it over from left to right, and thought it looked quite nice.

Then, Muzan's next words made Shugo's expression change.

"These are all gifts you gave me every year on my birthday. You even said you would carve one for me every year," Muzan said with a hint of resentment.

Shugo's face froze: Could it be...?