Demon Slayer: The Demon King is actually a weak girl?!

Forget it, she can't care much anymore.

Seeing that Yuichiro was mostly fine, Muzan still praised Nightmare: "Nightmare, you did a good job. Keep up the good work."

"Yes, Lord Muzan!" Nightmare responded positively, with two blushes on her cheeks.

"Musan-sama is becoming more and more beautiful.

Muzan-sama is more beautiful today than yesterday."

Wuzan: ???

My goodness, why is the nightmare becoming more and more like Shiro?

But, um, I have vision.

That's so true.

Muzan reached out to touch Nightmare's head like she did with Daki, but she found that Nightmare was taller than her and couldn't reach him at all. So she settled for the next best thing and chose to reach out and touch his face.

She smiled and said, “You are the most beautiful of all men, and I like you. Especially now, the way you take care of the children is even more charming, showing a side of you that you haven’t shown in many years.

"Nightmare, I am looking forward to your performance later..."

She curved her eyes and her voice was crisp and sweet as a flower stamen.

At this time, Nightmare's face was so hot that it was about to turn into a steam train. He was holding his breath in his chest and it was difficult to exhale, but Muzan just happened to touch his hair at this time. He couldn't reach it, so he grabbed his hand for support...

"Lord Muzan..." Nightmare's blood began to boil, and his passion surged, almost bursting out.

Faced with this scene that was not suitable for children, Youchiro consciously turned his eyes away and did not look. However, Youchiro's reaction of being present but not leaving, choosing to just listen and not watch, made Nightmare even more excited.

——This moment of Lord Muzan is his alone.

And there were audiences witnessing this sacred scene. (?*︶*?)

***

After leaving the Black Heart Hospital in Nightmare, Muzan also went to Purgatory Mansion to find several other books about Flame.

However, since there was only Chijuro who swept the floor in that house, and a former boyfriend, she had no way of looking carefully.

If you just take a cursory look, you won't find anything, so you have to give up.

Forget it, let’s talk about it next time.

Tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows are there? But it doesn't matter, she is the ghost king, there are not many other things, but there are a lot of "tomorrows", which are inexhaustible.

If there are any problems, just mess it up.

Well, not a big problem.

***

As summer goes and autumn comes, the green leaves turn yellow and wither, and in the blink of an eye, winter is here.

It’s almost New Year’s Day and it’s snowing again.

Recently, Muzan received a letter from Tanjiro, asking her how her recent training was going and whether it was going well. Muzan replied to tell him that everything was fine, and asked him when he would take the selection exam, and that she could go with him and be his companion. Soon, Tanjiro replied that the selection exam was not possible recently because he had to split a huge rock before he could go, and that rock was not so easy to split.

Of course, Muzan knew what was going on with the stone. She thought that Tanjiro might have already started to communicate with Shingoku through their souls.

——Okay, let’s communicate slowly.

In addition to Tanjiro, Muzan also received a letter from Abe Shi, asking her how she was doing recently. In short, it was all awkward chat with people making small talk.

Facing this senior brother whom she had forgotten for a long time, Muzan had to show due courtesy. She wrote back to Abe Shi seriously and also went to a nearby store to buy a small gift, which she prepared to send to Abe Shi.

……

Finally, the New Year's Day arrived.

This year's New Year's Eve was spent by just Shimizu and Muzan.

Seeing Muzan busy writing and replying letters and wrapping gifts, Shiya leaned back in his chair, his dissatisfaction written all over his face: "What do you mean by 'I can go with you'? Do you think I will let you go anytime? You are still far from being qualified for the selection exams!"

Wuzan looked up from the letter and asked, "When can I go?"

She raised her crow-feather eyelashes, fluttering them up and down, and looked at Shimi ignorantly, like a child.

Shiya was slightly stunned, then quickly found his voice, sneered, and said: "It depends on your performance."

“Oh~” Muzan nodded obediently and continued writing the letter.

Her white and tender fingers tightly grasped the pen, and she moved it up and down, left and right, leaving a series of beautiful and refreshing words on the paper.

Shiya snorted coldly and muttered to himself.

"Write, write, write, what the hell! I really want to tear up all your letters."

Saniya ate the soba noodles that he had to eat during the New Year with displeasure.

He had never written a letter to anyone, not even to Xuan Mi.

I wonder if Xuan Mi has found someone to spend the New Year with? Just like him.

Think about Xuan Mi's personality, he even found himself, so Xuan Mi should have found a partner, and they can spend a pretty good New Year together.

but……

Shimizu's gaze wandered nowhere but onto Muzan who was sitting opposite him.

Another year passed, Xiao Wu should be seventeen years old now, and he looks almost the same as last year, with not much change.

She is still so vain, putting... well, it's a light makeup on her face, not very thick, and it looks pretty good.

——It goes well with rice.

Shimizu was just thinking randomly, he didn't know what the hell he was thinking, and continued to curse Muzan in his heart. He picked up the chopsticks, looked at Muzan's face, and finished all the soba in the bowl.

……

The evening of the New Year is considered “New Year’s Eve”.

At such a romantic moment, Muzan of course chose to rest alone in the room, lamenting how old he really was mentally.

But at this philosophical moment, the original owner Muzan chose to appear at this time, interrupting the beautiful girl's meditation time.

This time, the original owner Muzan did not wear the white hat. He was just wearing a simple black suit and sitting beside Muzan's bed, quietly looking at Muzan's pink sheets.

"Boss trash, you sitting next to me without saying a word, I will be scared to death, okay?" After discovering such a peeping tom, Wuzan complained lightly while lying on the bed, but his tone did not sound like he was scared by him at all.

The original owner, Muzan, only smiled faintly and asked the person on the bed, "It's been a year. You asked the prostitute Taro and Mingnu to work in Yuguo, and then you never went to see them. You also asked the Twelve Demon Moons to fast, and then there was no further news.

"What do you... mean?"

Wuzan rolled over in bed, propped up his elbows on the soft pillow, and swung his feet. "Didn't you only look for them once every many years before? I just didn't look for them for a year, which is very short. As for fasting, I want to see where their limit is."

"Limit?" The original owner Wuzan said in a low voice.

Muzan explained seriously: "Yes. You have always encouraged them to eat more, but the result is that they have all become gluttons, as stupid as pigs. So I will do the opposite and see what happens."

"..."

The man's bloodshot pupils widened slightly, and he reflexively wanted to chop off the head of the nonsense woman and flatten it in his palm.

But when he thought that the other party was of the same mind and body as him, he thought calmly, and suddenly he felt that Xiao Wu was not wrong, those Twelve Ghost Moons were indeed like gluttons one by one.

Then he calmed down again.

“Hey~ Boss Shit.” Wuzan raised his eyes and smiled at the original owner Wuzan, “No one here knows who I am. You are the only one who knows me.”

"So what?" The original owner Wuzan glanced at her sideways.

Wuzan rolled over on the bed again. This time, she rolled to the original owner Wuzan's legs, and her cheek just rubbed against his thigh.

Then, like a cat, she gently rubbed the smooth fabric of the man's suit trousers, taking the opportunity to rub her pink rouge all over his trousers.

She smiled and said, "Nothing."

"what?"

The original owner, Wuzan, couldn't guess what she was thinking, so he gently held her head and looked at the expression on her face.

Her expression looked like she was tipsy and sleepy, but he knew she wasn't sleepy or drunk.

The moonlight sprinkled on the small bed, and he saw that her face seemed to be covered by a layer of dreamy filter.

He heard her whisper to him, "Happy New Year. It's great to have you this year."

"..."

The expected answer did not appear. Muzan was wondering how the trashy boss would respond to her emotional words, but when she turned her head to the side, she found that the trashy boss had disappeared again!

“…Huh?”

She was wondering when she found a pillar-level swordsman standing at the door of her room.

——Needless to say, it must be Shiya.

No miserable: (???.???)????

Outside the door on the other side of the wall, Shimi hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to grab the door handle and turn it.

Then, quietly push the door open.

Inside the room, the girl with black hair was lying on the bed, quietly facing away from the door. The curtains did not cover the window tightly as usual, but let the light from the stars and the moon pass through smoothly, shining on Xiao Wu's hair, clothes, and the white hands that he could see from this angle.

She seemed to be counting the stars outside the window.

She hasn't slept yet...

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose not to take a step in. Soon, Shiya closed the door again without even looking at it, as if he had never been there.

No one knows what he is thinking.

***

(End of Volume 1)