The Demon King's Little Life

Years passed again.

The lake's surface shimmered, reflecting the full moon.

A small boat drifted slowly on the water, with Muzan sitting in it, eating something that should have been censored – a scarlet substance. Tamayo stood by the boat's edge, her expression troubled.

"It's been decades, you can't possibly go look after your great-grandchildren again, can you?"

Muzan finished the last bite, wiped his mouth, and washed the blood from his hands in the water within reach.

Tamayo remained silent.

Her son had passed away yesterday. She knew her eternally youthful appearance was no longer suitable for accompanying her grandchildren, but she was still reluctant to let go.

Her son's death had also cast a pall over her mood.

"It's not a permanent farewell. You can still visit your grandchildren later. At worst, just don't let them discover you."

Tamayo sighed sorrowfully, "There's no need to see them anymore."

Muzan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Tamayo.

A look of relief spread across Tamayo's face. "The human Tamayo is dead. I should bid farewell to my former self."

"That's good. It's good that you've come to terms with it."

Muzan nodded in agreement, picked up the oars, and placed them before Tamayo. "Since you've come to terms with it, hurry up and row. We need to reach our destination before dawn."

Tamayo: "..."

You're such a scumbag!

Fine, this is how my boss is. I'll row.

From the day her son died, her identity as a human had vanished. Only one identity remained: a demon under Muzan Kibutsuji.

Whether it was to repay Muzan for the chance to live and see her son grow up until his death, or her own will to live, she would forever live with this identity.

After all, even though her boss was a scumbag in some aspects, he wasn't entirely so.

The night Muzan encountered the first Half-Demon, that strange creature that was neither human nor demon, he had notified all demons to be wary of such beings and to kill them on sight.

But unfortunately, the Half-Demons seemed to be deliberately avoiding them. Over the years, very few Half-Demons had been killed. The foolish Demon Slayer Corps, believing them to be Muzan's subordinates, were filled with righteous indignation, their resolve to kill Muzan growing stronger.

Muzan Kibutsuji, the Scapegoat.

Muzan held a blade of grass in his mouth, watching as the night began to recede. He looked disdainfully at Tamayo, who was still diligently rowing. "You're not fast enough. Dawn is almost here."

Tamayo put down the oars and looked up at Muzan, seemingly unconcerned about being burned by the sun. "Lord, we won't reach the other side before dawn."

Seeing Tamayo's calm demeanor, Muzan found it uninteresting. He stood up, grabbed her collar, and they both vanished, leaving only the small wooden boat to sway and drift slowly with the current.

Muzan felt a bit disappointed that Tamayo had guessed he had a way to hide in the darkness before dawn. He had wanted to toy with her a little, to see her flustered reaction.

However, he had to admit she was worthy of the name Tamayo, and indeed, she was clever.

"You'll stay by my side from now on. Read more books, and preferably, research a way to overcome sunlight."

Tamayo stood on the ground, still unable to avoid the aftereffects of the "teleportation" – her head was spinning, and her body swayed precariously. As she heard Muzan's words, she could only nod weakly, barely managing to stay upright. After a while, she finally recovered.

Muzan had brought Tamayo to Asanuma Seiji's territory. Asanuma Seiji was someone Muzan had casually saved from near-death at the hands of bandits, not expecting him to be a Daimyo.

Because Muzan found his personality and values acceptable, he decided to stay.

Seiji had already been notified by Muzan that he would be staying for a while and had prepared a house.

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Muzan entered the house and lay down on the rocking chair Seiji had prepared. He took out a book from the side. "Ah, this decadent life!"

Tamayo: "..."

Muzan glanced at her. "Pick a bedroom for yourself."

Tamayo: "..."

This Demon King's life is truly wonderful!

Muzan heard Tamayo's unspoken thought. "Who are you calling a scumbag! You're the one living a good life!"

Tamayo: "???"

Upon learning of Muzan's arrival, Seiji had rushed over. Pushing the door open, he saw the Demon King lounging in a rocking chair like an old man.

To be honest, when the Demon King had asked him to build a strange chair, he had been very confused. It wasn't even stable enough to sit on, and he couldn't figure out its purpose.

But now, seeing the Demon King, he inexplicably felt like he was looking at a retired old man...

So this is how a rocking chair is used...

When he conquers the world, he'll get one too!

Seiji saw Muzan lower the book slightly. He quickly knelt, bowed, and said respectfully, "Lord!"

Muzan glanced at him. "Get up. Stop kneeling at every turn. Go do what you need to do. And remember to have your subordinates keep an eye out for the Blue Spider Lily; it might only appear during the day."

Seiji immediately stood up upon hearing this. "Lord, there are people from the Demon Slayer Corps here."

"Let them come. As long as they don't cause trouble, they can do whatever they want."

Seiji hesitated, standing still. Muzan chuckled and sighed, putting down the book in his hand. "Just say if you want blood."

Seiji's face lit up at his words, but the next moment, a whip-like appendage shot out from the Demon King's waist and pierced his chest with a swish.

Seiji was instantly engulfed in intense pain, writhing on the ground and screaming.

The Demon King is so dishonorable!

Muzan was about to retract the appendage when he suddenly realized that holding the book with it on the rocking chair seemed more stable than using his hand.

Besides, there was no one to avoid.

So, after Seiji successfully recovered, he saw this scene: several whip-like appendages extended from Muzan's waist, acting like stands at their tips, holding the book he had in his hand. Even though the chair swayed back and forth, the appendages held the book steady.

"What are you looking at? Get out of here."

Muzan glanced at Seiji. He had successfully absorbed the blood, so he should go do what he needed to do!

Seiji quickly retreated.

Asanuma Seiji was also a cautious demon. After sensing the approach of the Demon Slayer Corps, even though he knew they likely posed no threat to him, he still wished he were stronger. Strong enough to not fear being discovered as a demon by the Demon Slayer Corps.

Fortunately, his lord was more amiable than he had imagined, though his method of bestowing blood was a bit... brutal.

Tamayo intended to come in and get some books, but she saw the entire process of Muzan bestowing blood from the doorway.

Heh...

Tamayo, who had initially considered asking Muzan for some blood, completely abandoned the idea after witnessing this scene, recalling her own transformation into a demon.

It's fine to be weak!

After all, I'm just a support.

Muzan heard Tamayo's thoughts and sensed her tolerance. Decades had passed, and she could now withstand much more blood.

A malicious smile spread across his face.