In a hot spring,
Kanroji Mitsuri walked into the hot spring, feeling warm and cozy.
"Dammit, they actually said I couldn't find a husband....."
She rested her chin on her hand, muttering to herself angrily.
But soon, a trace of worry appeared in Mitsuri's eyes.
Thinking carefully, it wasn't entirely unreasonable.
She had been stronger than men since she was a child.
And she had this rare hair color... no matter how she thought about it, she wasn't the type men liked.
When the time came, even if she went on arranged matchmaking meetings, she probably wouldn't be able to get married, right?
But, she really wanted there to be a boy in this world who would truly accept her.
Thinking this, a flyer drifted down lightly.
Instinctively,
Mitsuri caught it in her hand.
"Devil... summoning?"
Blinking with some curiosity, a look of confusion appeared in Mitsuri's eyes.
'Come to think of it,'
'This seemed to be a Western mythological legend, right?'
'But, it could grant wishes?'
Leaning against the edge of the hot spring, Mitsuri looked at the flyer in her hand, momentarily lost in thought.
'Could this... really be true?'
Mitsuri shook her head and smiled helplessly.
'It seems I'm really tired.'
'How could mythological legends like this be real?'
'But trying it out... probably wouldn't hurt, right?'
'Anyway, there was no one around, only me. No one would laugh at me.'
Holding the flyer, she said quietly, "Grant my wish, Mr. Devil."
As her voice fell, she laughed herself.
She felt she was being so childish.
Even a child wouldn't fall for such a prank.
But this way, at least she felt a lot better.
But soon, her smile froze on her face.
Hum!
A magic circle spun to life on the flyer.
With a splash, a figure fell into the hot spring.
Ayato looked at Mitsuri and said helplessly, "This summoning location... quite creative."
As he said this, Ayato's eyes didn't blink.
Anyway, since it was offered, why not look?
"Ahhhhh!"
Then, a scream rang out.
Beside the hot spring,
Wearing a bathrobe, Mitsuri sat upright, but her face was as red as an apple.
Her brain seemed to have lost the ability to think.
'It's... it's over.'
'I'd been... seen... I'm dirty.'
"Contractor, you summoned me. Are you just going to say nothing?"
Ayato sat casually, his eyes flickering slightly.
The moment he saw Mitsuri, Ayato knew which world he had come to.
The Demon Slayer World, a very popular work in his past life.
And this future Love Hashira didn't seem to have joined the Demon Slayer Corps yet.
From this, it seemed the plot hadn't started.
But for him, this world also had things he needed.
Although, with his strength, this world was very low-level,
But the various breathing techniques, even if they didn't help improve his strength much, could still let him score some gains and acquire some Origin Points.
Most importantly,
Although Muzan was a piece of trash, his immortality after gaining immunity to sunlight was still very appealing.
At least in his world, that level of immortality was already considered high.
Even if he couldn't use it himself, it wouldn't be bad to let his servants benefit a bit.
"You... are you really a Devil?"
Taking a deep breath, Mitsuri asked nervously, "It's not some clever illusion, is it?"
"Of course not."
Ayato smiled, his pitch-black wings extending outward.
"I am a genuine Devil."
"..."
'It was over. It really was a Devil?'
'What was I doing, summoning a Devil?'
Mitsuri's body trembled slightly, grief filling her heart.
With a thump, she performed an unprecedented standard dogeza.
"Mr. Devil, I was being thoughtless. Could you please go back? I thought it was just a prank."
"That won't do. I've come from afar."
Ayato stroked his chin, a playful glint in his ruby-like eyes. "And when it comes to contracts, we Devils are serious. We never joke."
Hearing this, Mitsuri's body stiffened, her pupils contracting sharply.
'As expected,'
'Devils weren't so easy to fool.'
'But what should I do?'
'Run away?'
'I probably couldn't escape, right?'
'Am I going to die today at the hands of a Devil?'
'No, I haven't gotten married yet. How can I die here?'
Ayato looked at Mitsuri with some mixed feelings.
'Before becoming a Hashira, was she this timid?'
"Mitsuri-san, could you please calm down a bit?"
"Ah, how do you know my name?"
Mitsuri was stunned.
"Not just your name. I also know a lot about you, like the fact that you have younger siblings....."
Mitsuri trembled even more.
'A threat!'
'This is definitely a threat.'
"Don't be afraid. I really don't mean you any harm."
"And if I wanted to do something, wouldn't I have done it already?"
'That made sense.'
Mitsuri blinked and cautiously glanced at Ayato.
'Looking closely, he was very handsome. He didn't look like a bad person.'
'Maybe I had summoned a good Devil.'
"Since you've calmed down, let's talk business."
"What business?"
Mitsuri looked bewildered.
"The wish, of course."
Ayato sighed helplessly. "The content on the flyer isn't just empty words. You should have understood that before summoning me, right?"
'This woman...'
'Didn't seem too bright?'
"Oh, the wish."
Mitsuri came back to her senses and began to think seriously.
'If it was a wish, I did have one.'
Thinking this, her expression dimmed slightly.
'But saying something like this out loud... was too embarrassing, wasn't it?'
But, she was really afraid she wouldn't be able to get married.
She adjusted her breathing, then looked seriously at Ayato and said firmly, "Mr. Devil, I want a strong, reliable husband."
"Please, Mr. Devil, this is the request of my life."