Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

After playing on the swing enough, Yukina led Nakime into the small room next door that was filled with toys.

She was kneeling on a soft cushion, a large pile of toys spread out in front of her, solemnly beginning to carry out an important task.

She gave each toy a name!

"You're a little blade of grass~"

"You're a little tree now~"

"Then you must be Little Leaf..."

She pointed to each one, her little face full of focus.

Until she picked up a doll that wasn't particularly well-made but was brightly colored.

She had white, woolly hair, wore a red sweater, and had two black button eyes and a curved red mouth sewn onto her face.

Eh...

Yukina stared at it for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing. She held up the doll and turned to Nakime, who was sitting quietly to the side, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

"Nakume-neechan, look at this!"

She brought the doll closer, suppressing a laugh, and said, "Don't you think... it looks a bit like Uncle Doma?"

"Look at this white hair, and this red..."

She pointed to the doll's sweater.

Upon hearing this, Nakime's eyes, hidden beneath her black hair, calmly swept over the doll.

White hair, bright red...

There is indeed a subtle resemblance in their outlines.

It was a mistake.

I didn't even notice it when we were setting it up...

She frowned, then nodded slightly at Yukina's expectant gaze.

Yukina was even happier to receive the affirmation. She held the doll up to her eyes and examined it with a smile.

"What should we name it? Hmm... how about Little Mill! Uncle Domo's Little Mill!"

As soon as she said it, she burst into laughter at the name and rolled half a circle on the mat while hugging the doll.

"Ara ara~ We finally found Yukina~ Eh? What interesting thing is Yukina saying? She's laughing so happily, let Uncle Doma hear it too~"

A very familiar, cheerful voice came from above without warning.

Huh?! Uncle Doma?!

Xue Nai's laughter stopped abruptly.

She sat up abruptly, clutching her little millet doll, her eyes darting quickly around the room, then towards the open door and the courtyard outside.

But there was no one there.

"Little Yukina, look up! I'm on top of the house above you!"

The voice, tinged with amusement, offered a slow and leisurely reminder.

Xue Nai immediately looked up at the high ceiling and beams of the room.

!! (•'╻'• ۶)۶

Why did Uncle Doma go to the roof?

Thinking of his tall stature, Xue Nai immediately panicked. Forgetting about the doll and her guilty conscience, she scrambled to her feet and pointed at the roof, shouting:

"Uncle Doma, come down quickly!"

"The roof beams are so thin, and you're so heavy! You'll crush the house! Don't you dare destroy the house that Nakime-neechan decorated!"

Her little face was filled with worry.

It's as if I can already see the terrifying scene of broken beams and flying tiles.

"Otherwise...or I'll tell Daddy! And he'll spank you!"

Only disobedient children get spanked.

Uncle Doma is already a big demon, yet he's still so disobedient.

You're going to get a good spanking!

Upon hearing this, Douma lightly leaped down from the roof and landed at the doorway of the room.

He closed his fan, gently tapped his cheek with the fan ribs, and made an exaggerated expression of grievance, but his eyes were full of laughter.

"Oh dear, Yukina is so naughty~ She actually wants the incomparably noble Muzan to spank Uncle Doma's bottom!"

"He really is a complete scoundrel~"

As he spoke, he pulled out a clean white handkerchief from his sleeve and pretended to wipe away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes.

Hey, why is Uncle Doma turning the tables on us?

He's the bad guy!

It didn't climb onto the roof; it's clearly a good ghost.

Yukina first hid the small millstone behind her back, then puffed out her chest, "Don't blame Yukina!"

"It's clearly Uncle Doma who's bad."

Then she pursed her lips. "If Uncle Doma really wants to blame someone, he can blame the unfairness of the world and how cunning the house is!"

Wait a minute…

She sorted it out in her mind.

Is the house cunning or Uncle Doma cunning?

Things seem a bit chaotic... Oh well...

That's how my dad taught me anyway.

If this isn't correct...

She silently added the word "insurance" to her mind.

That must be because the world is unfair, and language is too cunning...

"Eh..."

Doma blinked his beautiful rainbow eyes, rested his fan on his chin, and looked confused.

What strange, incomprehensible things is Yukina saying again...?

Even I, who am usually incredibly intelligent and understanding, am having trouble understanding this...

However, as a considerate and benevolent leader of the Blissful Religion, he was well-versed in the social etiquette of avoiding making others feel embarrassed.

Even if you don't understand what she's saying at all, you should still give a positive response.

The confusion on his face was instantly replaced by a radiant smile. His golden iron fan unfurled with a "whoosh," obscuring the lower half of his face, revealing only a pair of crescent-shaped eyes. He said cheerfully:

"Oh! I see?"

"Although what Yukina said doesn't make any sense, just hearing that Yukina can express herself in such a unique way and with such effort already makes me incredibly happy~"

Schnee:…?

Why does Uncle Doma's words sound a little strange?

It seems like I'm praising her, but it also seems like I'm not...

She touched her chin with one hand, and in those two seconds of intense thought...

"Hey, I got it!"

A soft exclamation tinged with laughter.

Xue Nai suddenly felt her hand go empty; the white-haired doll, Xiao Mo, wearing a red sweater, which she had hidden behind her, had vanished without a trace.

Douma had moved closer without anyone noticing, his slender fingers holding the doll up to his eyes.

He gently shook the doll, his face full of admiration.

"This is a really well-made... hmm, quite a unique doll~"

"Why did Yukina hide it just now and not let Uncle Doma see it? Could it be... that this doll is hiding some little secret that Uncle can't know?"

As he spoke, he began to seriously study it.

First, he held the doll up to the light and examined it closely, turning it over and over to carefully look at the doll's eyes with black buttons, its mouth outlined with red yarn, and its bright red sweater.

Well…

Aside from the overly rustic craftsmanship and the stiff expression...

There doesn't seem to be anything special about it.

At least, there's absolutely nothing about it that would make Yukina so nervously hide it away.

Yukina looked at Doma so intently at Koma, and then at the real-life Doma Uncle with white hair and rainbow eyes in front of her.

Two figures with white hair and red hair appeared side by side in her field of vision.

"puff……"

She finally couldn't hold it in and quickly covered her mouth with her small hands, but her eyes had already curved into two crescent moons, and her shoulders were shaking slightly as she tried to suppress her laughter.

Oh no, this is getting funnier the more I think about it!

And Uncle Doma is so dense, he didn't even realize it...

No, no, I can't let him see through me...