Douma's greedy gaze swept over Kanae Kocho, as though he wanted to devour her alive. Under his brazenly invasive stare, Kanae could not help tightening her grip on her Sunwheel Blade.
"Even so, as the Flower Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, I will never submit to you. Stop fantasizing about such impossible things!"
Douma's expression instantly turned dejected, and he even feigned sorrow as he teased, "Aww~ Why would you say that? You were clearly such a nice toy..."
Kanae was also holding back a ball of anger. Being called a toy by a demon—what a bitter irony. If not for the fact that he was an Upper Rank, she truly wanted to end his life with a single slash.
But reality did not allow her to do that. This Upper Rank Two called Douma might have looked frivolous, but his entire body still radiated a terrifying pressure.
Kanae knew she was no match for him, but that did not mean she was willing to sit and wait for death. Though he was a powerful Evil Spirit ranked Upper Rank Two, he was not completely impossible to deal with.
During their brief exchange, Kanae had also gleaned some of Douma's traits.
From his words and behavior, she could tell he was a demon who liked women and had an excessively playful nature. If she could make good use of that, there might still be a chance to turn things around.
Douma rubbed his chin as he watched Kanae stubbornly resist him, a twisted thrill rising in his heart. He loved watching the weak struggle desperately when faced with the threat of death. In his eyes, Kanae was nothing more than a pitiful prey making a futile last stand.
"If you want to play, then I'll play with you. This