Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

Inside the mansion, which is filled with wisteria blossoms.

The voice on the other end of the phone continued, carrying a hint of evasion:

"That man committed the crime in public, and even after arriving at the police station, he refused to obey orders and attempted to resist. We had no choice but to execute him on the spot..."

"Who gave the orders? Please don't wrong us; we were just following the rules..."

The fingers gripping the receiver gradually tightened.

"Follow the rules?" The man's voice was tinged with anger. "What evidence do you have that he's insane...?"

He could barely continue speaking. Under the threats and temptations from several parties, the other party finally admitted that someone had given the order, but when asked who that person was, he claimed to know nothing.

After hanging up the phone, all I heard was the monotonous busy tone from the receiver.

The man put down the receiver and turned to look at the boy standing by the window.

The flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom, hanging down in clusters. The petals were carried into the house by the wind, landing on the boy's shoulders and then sliding down his clothes silently.

"My lord," his voice was hoarse, "we arrived too late. Qing Er... he has already been executed."

Ubuyashiki Kagaya turned his head.

A breeze blew in from the courtyard, causing his black hair to flutter gently. A few petals brushed past his eyes and landed on the windowsill.

"The sheriff initially refused to admit it," the man continued, his fist clenched, "but then he said he couldn't remember the person's voice or appearance. What do you mean, 'couldn't remember'? He clearly just didn't want to talk. These despicable guys..."

"Perhaps he really doesn't remember."

"If the person who gave him the orders was a ghost, and then used blood demon magic to alter his memories, he truly wouldn't remember."

Upon hearing this, the man looked at the boy in front of him, who was much younger than him. He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing, but ultimately said nothing more.

"We've lost another child..." Yaozai said softly.

He lowered his head, as if in mourning or in prayer.

"Send someone to Tokyo and bring Seiji back."

"Yes."

The man lowered his head, turned and left the room.

Kagaya stood by the window, listening to the footsteps gradually fade into the distance.

The wind is still blowing, and the petals are still falling.

He looked into the distance, reached out his hand, and caught a petal. The petal lay in his pale palm, thin and cool.

"Kibutsuji Muzan."

The next day was a cloudy day.

Occasionally, people would walk by on the street, hurrying along, carrying things in their hands, heading home.

Tomorrow is the New Year.

Kurokawa Kaidai stood at the entrance of the mansion early in the morning, followed by several men carrying things.

He looked up at the closed door, raised his hand, and then lowered it again.

The person living inside isn't someone you can just knock on the door of. If you anger them, even if you're a ghost, you'll die.

He swallowed hard and stood at the door with a few of the shop's employees. A cool breeze blew by.

Someone behind him muttered quietly, "Boss, how long are we supposed to wait?"

Kurokawa turned around and glared at the man, who immediately shut up.

After a while, the door suddenly opened.

"Uncle Kurokawa!"

A small head peeked out from behind the door, with black hair and red eyes, smiling with its eyebrows and eyes crinkling.

"Why are you here? I smelled you as soon as I woke up!"

Immediately afterwards, a large dog slowly strolled out, shook its fur, squatted down at Xue Nai's feet, and tilted its head to look at them.

Kurokawa Kai immediately bowed and said respectfully, "Miss Yukina, these are the things the master ordered to be bought."

He stepped aside and pointed to the large and small bags that the men behind him were carrying.

"Shall we move the New Year decorations in now?"

Xue Nai peeked out and looked over with delight.

Red and green decorations, kadomatsu (pine trees), shimenawa (sacred ropes), and several large lanterns—a whole bunch of things.

That awful dad! He clearly said just two days ago that we weren't allowed to install these things in this new house...

I actually believed my father's words...

As soon as the group entered, they saw Muzan standing at the second-floor window, staring at them expressionlessly.

When those crimson eyes swept over him, Kurokawa Kaidai felt a little uncomfortable all over, but after so many years of hard work, he had long since developed his emotional intelligence.

"Put it all down, put it down now!"

He quickly waved his hand, urging the men to put the things on the ground, "You guys go out first, go out and wait."

The men looked at each other, then lowered their heads and left.

Kurokawa Kaidai bent down, picked up the largest bundle of pine needles, and huffed and puffed as he carried it inside.

Yukina wanted to help and reached for the lantern next to her, but he dodged her way.

"Miss Yukina, please don't move, I'll do it."

As he spoke, he tucked the lantern under his arm, lifted the door open with one hand, and carried the rope with the other, walking very steadily.

Amber circled around his feet twice, looked up at him, and then looked back at Xue Nai.

Xuena shook her head at it, and Amber squatted down, sweeping her tail twice on the ground.

Muzan stood by the window, staring blankly at the gray sky outside.

Seeing that she couldn't help, Xue Nai ran upstairs, stood next to him, and looked out the window with him.

Two shadows were reflected in the windowpane, one large and one small, one tall and one short.

"Dad, do you know who has the best dad in the world?"

Muzan continued to stare out the window.

Before he could answer, Yukina blurted out, "The answer to this question, of course, is the second luckiest person in the world, Kibutsuji Yukina!"

Muzan sneered; he had already guessed the answer to the question.

It's that simple!

"The luckiest person in the world..."

"Naturally, it's me."

Yukina stared wide-eyed in an adorable way.

"Dad, there's no reward for answering so quickly."

"Is there something you have that I don't have?" Muzan raised an eyebrow, seemingly dismissive of the reward.

Yukina sighed, silently put her small hands back into her pockets, and withdrew the gift she was about to give.

"All right……"

Muzan figured that, given this idiot's personality, even if he said that, she would still smile and continue stuffing things into his hands.

After all, she has always been like this.

He would come back to her even if she pushed him away, and he would pretend to be stupid if she scolded him. He would never back down because of her cold face.

But after the little devil next to him finished speaking, he stopped moving.

She put her hands in her pockets, turned around, and stared intently at the gray sky outside the window, as if there was some extraordinary scenery outside.

Muzan waited for two seconds, then waited for another two seconds.

"What's so interesting about it?"

Yukina didn't turn around, but just sighed sadly.

"It's really good! Wasn't Dad watching it just now?"

Muzan's brow twitched.

What was he looking at just now? He was just thinking about something and happened to be standing by the window.

That idiot is clearly doing it on purpose.

He was silent for a moment, then reluctantly extended one hand, palm facing up.

"Huh?" Yukina finally turned her head, stared at the hand for two seconds, then looked up innocently. "Daddy, do you want to shake hands with me?"

Muzan's face darkened, his patience clearly reaching its limit: "Where is the stuff?"

Yukina blinked.

Didn't Dad say he had everything? He even said there was nothing he didn't have.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back.

She stole a glance at Muzan's face, which was already so cold it was almost frozen.

She knows her father too well; he can be really childish at times, and when he gets angry, he's not easy to appease.

I made him angry last time, and he refused to speak to me for three whole days!

Therefore, the mature child decided to occasionally show some consideration for the immature adults.