Unbelievable.
Muzan wasn't someone who cared about his reputation, because he knew he wasn't a good person, and there were many who wished to eat his flesh and flay his skin.
But this was the first time he had heard such slander against him.
And it was quite jarring!
He had never had such a thought before; for example, when others cursed him as a demon or wished him dead, he would only feel more exhilarated.
Could it be because this time they compared him to a dog?
Muzan was angry. He memorized the faces of these three people. After he found that woman and Ubuyashiki, he swore he would make these three idiots experience pain.
While Muzan was sulking here, the conversation continued over there.
That person righteously said, "I actually spoke to her at the Butterfly Mansion before. She's a very good person, and I won't allow you to slander her."
His friend cast a suspicious glance at him: "Spoke? Are you sure it wasn't flirting?"
"Ha... ha..." Exposed instantly, the person gave an awkward laugh.
Seeing his friend's reaction, the other person immediately became interested and said with a hint of excitement, "Oh, so you really did go to flirt? What happened?"
The last person shrugged: "The result is obvious, isn't it? He must have been rejected."
The person's face darkened: "Urusai, you're making me recall bad memories."
"Eww~"
"I told her I wanted to eat with her, and she smiled and told me she didn't like to eat."
"At the time, I thought she was just brushing me off. Now that I think about it, if Mizuki-san is really a demon, then it's normal for her not to like eating, right?"
"Speaking of which, I haven't really seen her eat much."
"Do you know what her favorite food is?"
"What?"
"It's you!"
"Impossible! If she were an evil demon, how could the Master allow her to join the Demon Slayer Corps?"
"Mizuki-san must be a good demon."
Muzan was feeling a bit numb by now. He wiped his face and stood up to pour himself a cup of blood wine.
He guaranteed that if he didn't hear the information he wanted from these three idiots when he returned, he would kill them, regardless of whether he found news of that woman and Ubuyashiki.
However, just as he stood up to leave his chair, the three of them suddenly said, "A few days ago, Mizuki-san seemed to be staying with the Hashira at Shinazugawa-sama's residence."
"They've all been gone for the past few days, so they must be undergoing special training with the Hashira, right?"
"Hashira's special training, I can't even imagine what that scene would be like." The person couldn't help but shiver. "It feels like it would be a place even more painful than hell."
"That's right, I heard from a friend that Mizuki-san is terrifyingly strong!"
"There's probably no one among the Hashira who could be her opponent."
"Impossible, right? Himejima-san should at least be able to match her?"
"I also think Himejima-san doesn't seem to be participating in that training. He's been training us the entire time."
Everyone shivered involuntarily: "I feel like it would be better if Himejima-san also participated in the training."
At least then they wouldn't have to suffer.
Muzan expressionlessly rubbed his temples. He actually thought these three fools could provide him with useful information.
Heh.
Did he not know that this group was preparing for the final battle?
He even knew what they were preparing for; it was nothing more than the ability called Demon Slayer Mark, passed down from that monster.
He had seen Kokushibou with his Demon Slayer Mark for hundreds of years.
However, for Muzan, none of these things mattered.
Humans had to consume their lifespan to achieve the same physical abilities as demons, and even then, they couldn't recover from injuries as freely as demons. To call it a useful talent, Muzan found it so pathetic he wanted to laugh.
Look, what pathetic creatures they were; a broken arm, a slight illness could bring them down.
Muzan, dressed in a well-fitted suit, with his slender figure and handsome face, thrived in human society.
If one ignored his devilish inner nature, he would do well anywhere with his appearance.
Just as Muzan kicked away his chair and turned towards the table.
"...Actually, I think I saw that young lady's figure before." One of them hesitated.
Muzan paused, then continued walking forward.
His friend asked, "What?"
"She seemed to have gone towards the Master's residence."
Muzan turned around, picked up the chair he had mercilessly kicked over, and plopped down onto it.
Very good, I'll believe you one more time.
If they played him again, then they shouldn't blame him for torturing these three idiots to death after he destroyed the Demon Slayer Corps.
That person seemed to hear a curse from the netherworld and said, "The situation is so tense right now, I've been wondering who would be responsible for protecting the Master's residence?"
"Of course, Himejima-sen..." Someone instinctively said, then halfway through, changed their words, "That would be Shinazugawa-sama."
These two should be the Hashira closest to the Master.
At least, that's what they thought.
Especially the Stone Hashira, Himejima-san, who not only possessed a powerful body but also a compassionate heart, and was the Master's confidant.
"Are you an idiot? I already said it."
"Ah? You mean that young lady?"
"Nonsense!"
"A demon protecting the Master... I've truly lived long enough to see everything."
The conversation among the group didn't actually reveal too much useful information, but in the next moment, the actions of the three made Muzan involuntarily stand up, leaning on his chair.
The three of them subconsciously turned their heads and looked in one direction.
That was... Ubuyashiki's residence!
Muzan's lips curved into a nearly crazed smile: "Nakime! Investigate in that direction for me!"
Finally, he finally heard useful news.
"Understood." Nakime watched her boss go wild for a while, not daring to voice any opinions.
Fortunately, Muzan wasn't in the mood to listen to her thoughts at this moment, otherwise, this newly appointed Upper Rank Four would have been replaced again.
Not necessarily, Nakime's abilities could play a crucial role in the final battle, and Muzan wasn't an idiot.
Actually, if his subordinates grumbled about him internally, as long as it wasn't too excessive, he generally wouldn't care too much.
Hmm, provided that this subordinate possessed the ability that allowed him to be lenient.
Any slight mistake from a Lower Rank Demon Moon would be magnified in front of him, but for an Upper Rank... his tolerance was very high.
Muzan was so excited at this moment that his brain was about to explode.
Found them.
Ubuyashiki and that woman's location.
It truly was, what one seeks with diligence is often found by chance.
That direction... just one more night, tomorrow.
Soon, he would truly overcome the sun.
"Muzan-sama, do these three need to be killed?" At this moment, Nakime's sudden question brought him back to his senses.
Muzan's smile faded, and his wine-red eyes shifted slightly: "Why must I kill them?"
"Do you think mere humans can make me angry?"
Nakime: "..."
The boss's thoughts are truly hard to guess.
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