Are you okay?

Chapter 19: Are You Alright?

After Tamayo left, Yoriichi told Uta to go back to sleep and looked at Muzan seriously. "Is that woman a demon?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

Muzan looked at him, still holding the sword Tamayo had brought, and rocked back and forth in his rocking chair.

A single candle flame flickered in the dim hall, swayed by the breeze that snuck in, casting their shadows back and forth. The distant sound of unknown creatures could be heard.

Yoriichi hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and asked solemnly, "Is the food she mentioned what I think it is?"

"Yeah, I can't eat anything else either. But you can rest assured, it's all those bandits and mountain robbers."

A moment later, Yoriichi nodded, having grasped the key point in Muzan's words: "Demons can't eat other things?"

"What else would you think? I only taste rot when I eat other things, and it doesn't digest. Do you think I don't want to eat other things?"

He couldn't even snack on melon seeds while watching the show now!

Seven-year-old Yoriichi's expression was a little unhappy. "Okay, I understand."

Muzan looked at him and patted his head. "However, the Blue Spider Lily might allow me to eat other things."

Yoriichi's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Really."

"Alright, hurry up and go to sleep. You have books to copy tomorrow."

Yoriichi nodded and ran back to sleep.

Muzan rocked back and forth in his chair, and suddenly, his figure vanished, leaving only a slightly swaying rocking chair.

The next day, Yoriichi received a new sword and a new book to copy...

Yoriichi: I f*ing hate this.

Honestly, he didn't like copying books.

He was miserable every day he had to copy books; only practicing swordsmanship brought him joy.

Muzan looked at his glum face. "You can't just know how to use a sword; you need culture."

Yoriichi still had a glum face.

Muzan smiled and left. After all, he wasn't the one copying the books.

Childhood isn't complete without copying books!

If it weren't for the lack of nine-year compulsory education and college entrance exams here, he would have had to send Yoriichi to various cram schools for some "fun."

Yoriichi: Let me thank you...

Meanwhile, on the other side, Tsugikuni Michikatsu's father finally saw Yoriichi's talent in his wife's diary. Filled with regret, he immediately decided to give up on Kokushibo and bring Yoriichi back from the temple.

However, he was told that Yoriichi had never gone to the temple at all.

From then on, the way he looked at Tsugikuni Kokushibo was as if he were looking at a defective product, as if making Kokushibo inherit his position was a last resort.

He looked at Kokushibo with disgust. "Why didn't you tell me when you discovered Yoriichi was stronger than you?!"

"You useless piece of trash!"

He kicked Kokushibo in the chest, making him stumble to the ground. He then delivered another hard kick.

"Get out!"

Tsugikuni Kokushibo lowered his head and got up from the ground, feeling only humiliation and jealousy filling his chest. Under his father's even stricter demands and his own unwillingness to accept defeat, Kokushibo practiced his sword and studied frantically.

He would surpass Yoriichi! He would eventually become the strongest samurai!

Muzan's figure appeared in the distance, watching this scene.

No wonder Tsugikuni Kokushibo turned out the way he did; his father was truly instrumental in that.

Admittedly, the tragedy of the two brothers might have been partly due to the Scum Boss in the original story, but their father was also a key factor.

After a brief check on Kokushibo's situation, Muzan hurried back to Shizuka's side. He was going to eat.

It's worth mentioning that the remaining powers were dwindling, and both Shizuka and Masahito were among the few forces left.

At this moment, Shizuka was excitedly reporting his great achievements and the current situation to Muzan, expressing his determination and ability to unify all forces.

Muzan couldn't be bothered to listen, but seeing his employee so hyped and motivated, he couldn't bring himself to dampen his spirits and could only offer some token encouragement.

Shizuka immediately seemed to have received a shot of adrenaline and became even more driven.

Muzan ate his meal silently.

After he left, Shizuka immediately began making his next arrangements.

Meanwhile, Muzan took advantage of the early evening and saw Yoriichi and Uta, who had already fallen asleep.

"Sleeping my ass! Get up and party!"

Yoriichi and Uta:

Muzan scooped up the two little ones from their futons, one in each hand.

"Come on, change your clothes. I'll take you to the night market."

They were still just children, and hearing they were going somewhere fun, they changed and followed Muzan.

This place was remote, far from the nearest city, but Muzan's Blood Demon Art was plentiful. He directly brought the two to the vicinity of their destination.

To avoid scaring anyone, they naturally appeared in an uninhabited area.

But being "teleported," both Yoriichi and Uta were dizzy and disoriented. It took them quite a while to feel better.

"This Yoriichi just can't handle it."

Hearing Muzan's sarcastic remark, he glanced sideways at Muzan.

This guy...

As the Demon King, is it okay for you to be so unserious every day?

This was one of the territories controlled by his subordinates. Because they had just achieved victory, and the location was safe and economically prosperous, the night market today was very lively.

Lanterns and streamers were everywhere, tall buildings were brightly lit, and the stalls and shops along the road were hawking their wares, with an endless array of trinkets and delicacies.

Bustling crowds of people, lively conversations, and laughter. Children occasionally ran past, playing with toys in their hands.

Yoriichi, who had been living in a small, dilapidated house and had never been anywhere, and Uta, who lived in a remote village, had never seen such a scene. Both of them became excited.

Yoriichi and Uta, still only seven years old, were mesmerized.

Muzan patted their heads. "Just tell me what you want."

Uta, however, noticed something crucial: "Lord Muzan, do you have money?"

"Of course I do! Why else would I bring you here? To make you envious?" Muzan patted her head and added, "Also, call me Dad."

Yoriichi glanced at Muzan and pulled Uta along. "Let's go."

Muzan: "..."

Damn brats!

I'll make you call me Dad sooner or later!

In fact, the reason Uta refused to call Muzan "Dad" was because of Yoriichi.

Muzan followed behind them. After all, they were just two children.

It was very lively, and there were many fun and delicious things. However, the two children were ultimately gentle and considerate, too shy to buy too many things. If Muzan hadn't repeatedly emphasized that they should buy what they wanted, these two might have just looked at everything without buying anything.

They were, after all, two pitiable children who lacked love.

With food in their hands and toys and snacks bought with Muzan's Blood Demon Art stored in his spatial ability, they finished touring the night market.

Seeing the smiles on the two little ones' faces, Muzan patted their heads. "How was it? Did you have fun?"

Yoriichi and Uta both nodded slightly.

"Ah, then call me Dad."

"Let's go." Yoriichi pulled Uta along, quickening his pace.

Muzan: "..."