Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

Yukina took a deep breath, her expression becoming focused, her eyes slightly narrowed.

She raised one hand, her fingers slightly spread.

Doma tilted his head with great interest, staring intently with a smile on his face, ready to appreciate her abilities.

He saw an ice-blue light quietly illuminate.

Then, the outline of a flower was sketched out.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

...Huh?

This flower...

This shape, this color...

Isn't this... the blue spider lily that Lord Muzan has been searching for for hundreds of years?!

He curled his lip.

What the heck...

After all this time, Yukina's Blood Demon Art, regardless of its actual effects, is already more special than his own in terms of form alone, and more likely to gain favor with Lord Muzan, right?

After all, that was something adults had been obsessed with for hundreds of years.

Doma looked away from the flowers and then noticed Yukina's change.

Her shoulder-length black hair had grown considerably longer, and the ends were dyed an icy blue, the same color as the flowers. Blue patterns spread across her small face, adding to her eerie appearance.

Is this what Yukina looks like when she transforms into a demon?

It looks even more...ghostly than usual.

"Xiao Xue Nai looks so pretty in this form~"

"What specific abilities does this flower possess? Uncle is very curious!"

Yukina held the flower in her fingertips, her red eyes glancing around.

She seemed to be searching for the right words, her brows furrowed slightly, and she slowly began to speak:

"Yukina can see the line."

She stretched out her other small hand and made a vague, aimless gesture in the air.

"There are so many lines connecting everyone, and connecting things. Each line is like a little path, recording... well... from the beginning until now."

"For example, Uncle Doma's thread is very, very long..."

She blinked and looked at the puppy. "The puppy's line is much shorter."

She then pointed to a lotus flower in the pond, "The flower's lines start as a tiny dot, gradually lengthening until they reach here... Soon they'll shorten and disappear..."

A very childish description.

Doma's smile remained, though a hint of thought flickered across his face.

He listened quietly without interrupting.

How come... the more I listen, the more I feel that Yukina's Blood Demon Art seems to be more than just turning into a flower?

This sounds... like it's more advanced than me.

Wow, that's really unexpected.

However, upon further reflection, Doma's mood immediately brightened.

What does it matter?

I became a demon later than my good friend Akaza, but now I am Upper Moon Two, and he is Upper Moon Three.

Lord Kokushibo is more powerful than me and became a demon much earlier. I am still ranked just behind him.

Although Yukina's Blood Demon Art sounds special and might be very powerful, she has existed longer than I have!

The teachings of the Blissful Retreat are to face everything with a calm and joyful mindset. There is no need to take things that make people uncomfortable or cause unnecessary comparisons to heart!

With that thought, he immediately felt reassured and completely relaxed.

However, according to the average person's reaction, when they hear that a friend has amazing abilities, shouldn't they express envy or jealousy?

That's what makes it seem like I have a lot of emotions, right?

"Oh dear, oh dear~"

Doma immediately covered his chest with his hands, his seven-colored eyes instantly filled with tears, and his voice became exaggerated.

"I'm so jealous of Yukina! Uncle Doma's Blood Demon Art isn't even this powerful; it only has ice and some meaningless poison... Uncle is so sad, waaaah..."

He cried as he peered through his fingers at Yukina's reaction.

Yukina was taken aback by his sudden sadness.

She leaned closer, tilted her little face up, and stared intently at Douma, carefully observing his expression before saying very honestly:

"Uncle Doma, you don't look...like you're jealous or sad at all."

She paused, her expression filled with genuine admiration and emotion.

"Uncle Douma is so much more powerful than Yukina, he has such a large church, and his Blood Demon Art is so beautiful and powerful, yet he's pretending to be sad to comfort Yukina... He's so kind, so touching even for a demon! Yukina should learn from Uncle Douma!"

The two fake tears on Doma's eyelashes suddenly stopped there, unsure whether to fall or not.

eh?

Had they seen through us?

Am I not genuinely sad enough?

Is something wrong with your expression or your tone?

In the past, using this tactic would have moved those human believers even more...

Then, after hearing Yukina's heartfelt conclusion in the second half of her sentence, Doma was momentarily speechless, only tilting his head slightly.

Feeling a little embarrassed by his focused gaze, Xue Nai subconsciously raised her small hand to cover her eyes, while still peeking at him through her fingers.

Why is Uncle Doma looking at me like that?

Is it because of what I just said?

Is this meant to express emotion...?

Do I have to shed tears like Uncle Doma?

but……

I can't cry right now...

What should I do?

Should we give it a try?

At this very moment, the two, one large and one small, confronted each other in an odd posture.

"My Lord!"

A voice, clearly urgent, rang out from not far away.

After much effort, Endo finally found a faded, peeling but undeniably red handball in a dusty corner of the storage room, and rushed back, panting, clutching the ball.

He could see from afar that his evil cult leader was slightly turned to the side, looking down at the little girl by the pond.

From his perspective, Doma's figure almost completely blocked Setsuna's view.

That pose...

That angle...

It looked exactly like... just like someone was about to bend down and gnaw on something!

Endo's expression changed instantly.

That evil spirit!

Can I go back to my room if I want to eat?

broad daylight……

Uh, even though it's evening, this is just too blatant!

If any passing believer were to accidentally catch a glimpse of this, and the rumor spreads that the leader of the Blissful Sect eats children alive, the sect's reputation, its donations, and even the livelihood of his entire family would be ruined...

Wouldn't we all be doomed?!

"My Lord!"

He called out again urgently, raising his voice slightly, trying to awaken the other person's hidden consciousness, which might not even exist.

Upon hearing the sound, before Doma could fully turn his head, Yukina, who was behind him, curiously peeked her little head out from his side and looked toward the source of the sound.

"Far……"

She instinctively wanted to say hello.

But as soon as she said it, she suddenly remembered something.

I'm still in my demon form!

Mr. Endo is a human being. Would he be frightened if he saw him like this?

Will this cause trouble for Uncle Doma?