Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

"Daddy~~"

"Daddy, Daddy~~~~"

At that moment, Muzan turned around, preparing to leave the viewing platform that he found utterly boring.

The fight below was intense, but the strengths, weaknesses, and limitations of both sides were already clear to him, making it pointless to continue watching.

He was about to take a step when the call in his mind made him pause for a moment.

That idiot...

What's wrong now?

Is it because I'm hungry?

Or have you encountered some trouble?

Muzan pursed his lips, too lazy to waste words, and directly probed his consciousness into Yukina's mind.

Um……?

Why am I thinking about him all over again?

As for the minor fragments about Nakime and Doma that followed, he naturally filtered them out.

His attention was only drawn to what was directed at him.

Clingy...

He's still a fool...

His face remained expressionless, with only a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, which he quickly suppressed.

This feeling of being needed, of being thought of wholeheartedly...

Hmph, it's just the nature of a weak brat, troublesome and meaningless.

Perhaps because they hadn't received a response, the initial anticipation on the other end of the line clearly waned.

"Actually, it's nothing much... If Dad's busy..."

The voice grew softer and softer, the words that followed almost fading into a muffled whisper, conveying a pitiful air of feigned understanding masking an overwhelming sense of disappointment.

It's like a little animal that stretches out its paw to gently pat you, but then quietly shrinks back for fear of being disliked.

"Oh, I am indeed very busy."

Muzan crossed his arms and strolled back to the edge of the platform, casually glancing down at the two people locked in fierce combat below, his tone indifferent.

On the other end, Yukina's slumped shoulders suddenly shrugged the moment she heard his voice, as if she had been injected with a little bit of life.

But then, that initial excitement was extinguished by the content of the words, and his shoulders slumped again, even lower than before.

Eh...

Dad is really busy...

Although I had already guessed it, I was still a little disappointed to hear it with my own ears.

Never mind, Dad has to earn money to support himself, it must be very hard for him.

She silently hugged her knees tighter, burying her face in them and shrinking into a tiny ball.

Just as she was trying to bury herself even deeper, she was completely unaware of the changes around her.

Until an impatient voice rang out above her head.

"If you don't get up, I'll throw you down."

Huh...?

That sound!

Yukina turned her little head very slightly, and peeked out with one eye through the gap between her arms and knees, looking out timidly.

What comes into view is no longer the familiar wooden floor and dolls, but the hem of a dark kimono.

She suddenly raised her head.

Muzan was looking down at her, his eyes devoid of emotion, but it was undeniable that he was right there.

The surrounding environment has changed too!

When did I get teleported here...?

"dad!?"

Yukina didn't have time to think much, and forgot that she had just been feeling melancholy. With a push of her two short legs, she immediately got up from the ground and rushed straight towards Muzan.

On the platform below, Akaza was intently analyzing every detail of Doma and the shrine maiden's offense and defense.

What if Doma wins...?

He licked his lips, and a glint of light appeared in his eyes.

Then I can kill him openly and honestly...

Just then, a cry of surprise, clearly belonging to a child, came abruptly from the direction of the highest viewing platform.

He tightened his expression, frowned, and instantly raised his eyes to scan the source of the sound.

However, he only saw Muzan's tall figure with his back to him, his robes fluttering gently in the breeze that seemed to come from nowhere in the Infinity Castle.

That figure blocked all view.

Did I hear that right?

still is……

Akaza's brows furrowed even deeper, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

How come there are children in the Infinite City?

Could it be that annoying popsicle is up to some silly trick again?

Behind the nearest beaded curtain, the moment Yukina appeared, all six of Kokushibo's eyes turned simultaneously, taking in everything.

Unlike the last time, it was just a fleeting glance to help someone out of a predicament.

This time, thinking of the responsibility of teaching entrusted to him by Lord Muzan, he observed with more seriousness.

...

"Let go."

The sound came from above.

Yukina tightened her grip on Muzan's small arm before slowly loosening it.

Just as she was about to obediently take a small step back, her body suddenly felt light and her vision abruptly rose.

Muzan scooped her up with one hand and held her firmly in his arms. Then he turned her around so that she was facing the platform where the fierce battle was taking place below.

Naive and not smart...

If she were to run away on her own one day, even a lowly member of the Demon Slayer Corps could probably chop off her stupid head.

The thought crossed his mind, accompanied by a sense of unease.

Since we're here...

He glanced at the little thing in his arms, who was clutching his clothes and looking at them from left to right.

"Open your eyes wide and see how real ghosts fight."

"If you don't look carefully, I'll throw you down."

fighting…

Yes, let's fight!

Will she fight too?

Upon hearing this, Yukina's eyes widened immediately, and she stared intently at the platform below without blinking.

Wow, that was fast...

It's a little hard to see...

My eyes seem to be going to break down.

She tried hard to concentrate, capturing specific images amidst the dazzling offense and defense.

The figures inside flickered and disappeared, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing.

Ok?

The figure that was pierced by several grayish-white objects simultaneously and lifted high into the air...

Those brightly colored clothes, and that head of flowing white hair...

Why does it feel so familiar? It looks so much like Uncle Doma...

As if to confirm her guess, that figure turned its head slightly.

Yukina gasped in shock, instinctively covering her mouth with her small hand to prevent a gasp from escaping.

It really is Uncle Doma!

but……

He looks kind of dead...

His face was cracked open, but he was still laughing. Is this how ghosts fight?

On the platform below.

Several sharp bone blades were slowly being pulled out from Douma's shattered body.

As if he felt no pain, he casually raised his hand and ran his fingertips across a newly formed crack on his cheek, wiping away the beads of blood that had seeped out.

Then, as if sensing something, he raised his eyelids, his seven-colored eyes looking towards the highest stands, before smilingly withdrawing his gaze and turning his head to say:

"Miss Shrine Maiden's techniques are becoming more and more exquisite~ Sparring with an opponent like you brings me immense joy and fulfillment!"

"However, it's a pity that my good friend seems to have arrived. I can't continue playing with the shrine maiden to my heart's content. What a shame~"

"So, before that, let me see you off on your way to the blissful Pure Land guided by the gods."

"By becoming one with me, you will also gain true immortality."

The priestess's face instantly darkened.

Who would want to be associated with such a madman!

There is no such thing as immortality or bliss; there are no gods in this world...

Disgusting!