Can I Follow You from Now On? / The Tokito Family

With a cold snort, Muzan's Muzan eyes revealed a hint of anger.

"I don't want those guys from the Demon Slayer Corps to interfere with my plans."

"Yes, I understand."

The man lowered himself to the lowest position, his voice trembling slightly, as if he were afraid of Muzan.

Seeing the man's lack of dignity, Muzan couldn't say anything more.

He turned around and disappeared from the window.

Only after Muzan's aura had disappeared from the room did the man slowly raise his head.

The moon has moved about halfway around in the sky, and the angle of the moonlight shining in has also changed.

The man's face was illuminated by the moonlight.

There are three words clearly visible on his eyes.

Upper Rank Moon Six

Chapter 186 Can I follow you from now on?

Apart from his eyes, the rest of the man's face was covered by a huge iron mask.

Not only that, the iron mask was also deeply embedded in the skin where it came into contact with it, as if it had grown into the face.

Apart from that, only the mouth and nose still have some gaps.

The iron mask is also quite frightening, with a deep black and red color all over, like something that has solidified.

Looking out the window where Muzan left, the man remained silent, but the Upper Rank Six in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

On the other side, fearing that seeing the corpses would further wound Koinatsu's already young heart, Scribe had already led her out of the forest.

Koinatsu is a smart girl. She knows that Scribe took her away because he wanted what was best for her.

Therefore, she didn't ask any further questions about what exactly happened in the forest.

"Black Feather, which direction are the nearby towns?"

Shortly after leaving the forest, the Scribe shouted into the empty, dark sky.

"Go east, and there's a small town, but it's quite bustling."

As she spoke, Black Feather appeared out of the darkness as if by magic.

After flapping his wings a few times, he landed on the Scribe's shoulder.

With a very human-like pursed lip, Black Feather said with a hint of complaint.

"I'm telling you, Mister Scribe, my job isn't to provide free navigation. Could you please not come to me for such trivial matters next time?"

In response to Black Feather's complaints, the Scribe just chuckled.

Just kidding, having such a living map and not using it is practically a waste.

Although he could easily find out about the nearby villages by asking around, he still needed to give the Kasugai Crow something to do.

Seeing that the Scribe did not answer her, Black Feather sighed helplessly.

Clearly, he knew that his words had been in vain.

Koinatsu, who stayed close to Scribe, looked at Black Feather with a hint of curiosity and doubt on her small face, but no fear.

Perhaps, in her eyes, Black Feather was just a crow with a somewhat strange appearance.

Noticing Koinatsu's gaze, Black Feather glanced at her briefly before looking away.

From a human perspective, Koinatsu is an absolute beauty.

However, Black Feather is not human, and she cannot comprehend this beauty that transcends race.

In his eyes, Koinatsu's gaze was like that of a dirty little mud figure, looking him up and down with an inscrutable expression.

If it weren't for the Scribe's sake, Black Feather would have already swiped at any other human with its claws.

Of course, it's just something it thinks about.

Soon, following Black Feather's directions, Scribe and Koinatsu arrived at the small town.

While passing by a clothing store, I also had Koinatsu wash her face and bought her some suitable clothes.

Scribe could clearly feel the way passersby looked at her when Koinatsu, dressed in beautiful clothes, walked up to her and asked if she looked good.

That feeling was really unpleasant.

It's like saying that the Scribe is a pervert.

Looking at Koinatsu beside her, her fair face showed a hint of confusion and doubt, while a small expectation flickered in her orange-red eyes.

Its big, moving eyes seem to be saying, "Quickly praise me!"

Seeing this situation, the Scribe could not ignore it.

He smiled slightly and patted Koinatsu's little head.

"It looks great and suits you perfectly."

After praising Koinatsu, he spoke to the waiter beside him.

"Wrap this up and let her try on some other styles of clothes."

"Okay, sir."

It's great to find someone as generous as Scribe; the waiter is naturally happy that he'll buy more clothes.

Soon, after selecting suitable clothes, Scribe carried her bags and walked out.

After asking passersby, he took Koinatsu to a hotel and booked a room.

When checking into the hotel room, those glares, like they were looking at a pervert, became even more frequent.

Fortunately, the Scribe has gotten used to this gaze.

Isn't this just pure envy, pure "sour grapes"?

As if sensing the gazes of those around her directed at Scribe, Koinatsu tugged at his sleeve and gently shook it.

"Mister Scribe, the way those people are looking at you is so strange."

"It's nothing, they're just envious of me."

"Envious? What's there to envy?"

"I envy you for having such a cute girl like you by my side."

A simple sentence instantly brought a blush to Koinatsu's face.

Having never heard a man say such a thing before, Koinatsu's mind went blank for a moment.

She only realized what was happening when Scribe patted her, indicating that she could go to her room to rest.

Watching the Scribe's retreating figure, she couldn't help but mutter a few words to herself.

"I'm not young anymore, I'm already sixteen. Many people my age are already married."

But clearly, the Scribe couldn't hear those words.

Upon entering the room, Scribe tossed the clothes in her hand aside.

"Aren't you tired? You've been through so much, your nerves must be on edge."

Pointing to the soft, large bed in the room, Scribe said with a smile.

"You don't have to worry anymore. No one will hurt you anymore. Sleep peacefully."

Upon hearing Scribe's words, Koinatsu realized that she had experienced so much in just a few days.

Now that she was in a relatively stable environment, her nerves relaxed, and the accumulated fatigue washed over her like a tidal wave, overwhelming her mind.

Feeling exhausted, Koinatsu nodded and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Looking at Koinatsu curled up in her sleeping position, like a wounded little animal worried about being hurt, Scribe shook his head helplessly.

Scribe sat down beside her and gently patted her back.

As if sensing something, Koinatsu slept even more soundly, a slight smile appearing on her lips.

When she woke up, it was already dark outside the window.

"You're awake. Are you hungry?"

Scribe, who was sitting by the window and looking outside, noticed that Koinatsu had woken up and pointed to the table next to her.

"I saw you turning over earlier and it seemed like you were about to wake up, so I went downstairs and bought you some food. Have some."

Having barely eaten any of the roasted rabbit and suffering from severe hunger, Koinatsu nodded, picked up the still-steaming food, and began to devour it.

"No need to rush, no one will take it from you."

Seeing that Koinatsu choked because she was eating too fast, Scribe patted her back to help her pat her back and handed her a glass of water.

After taking a sip of water, Koinatsu finally felt a little lighter.

She continued eating, occasionally glancing at Scribe.

As she finished the last bite of her meal and threw the trash into the bin, Koinatsu suddenly spoke up.

"Mister Scribe, can I follow you from now on?"

Chapter 187 The Tokito Family

"Follow me?"

Scribe felt a little strange and curious about Koinatsu's sudden remarks.

Although Koinatsu was a beauty in the making and would surely grow up to be an outstanding beauty, he had not previously intended to keep her by his side.

Not for any other reason, but simply because, for an ordinary person, the darkness of this world is simply too profound.

Even if he told her about demons and the Demon Slayer Corps, what could Koinatsu do?

Putting aside the fact that she's a girl with no ability to protect herself, even if she had the talent to learn Breathing Technique, what could she do after joining the Demon Slayer Corps?

Because of fear, he dared not go to the front line to hunt demons, and from then on, like Kanzaki Aoi, he became part of the logistics team.

Or will he step onto the front lines, become a Demon Slayer, and ultimately die at the hands of a demon in which mission?

The Scribe is not a god; he cannot guarantee that he can take care of everyone.

Furthermore, forcibly dragging someone who has never been harmed by a ghost into one's own side is disrespectful to their life.

If she hadn't joined the Demon Slayer Corps, Koinatsu might have had a bright future and lived the rest of her life happily.

But by joining the Demon Slayer Corps, she had to endure pressure she had never experienced before, walking on the edge of death every day until she either died herself or destroyed Kibutsuji Muzan.

This is so unfair to Koinatsu.

Thinking of this, the Scribe shook his head.

"If you're doing this to repay my kindness, you don't need to. Trust me, I don't need this."

Although the Scribe's words were somewhat harsh, they were undoubtedly the truth.

Having lived for so long, he has saved countless people, far more than a hundred or a thousand.

Among them are many wealthy and high-ranking individuals, as well as handsome men and beautiful women.

Most of them, after witnessing the Scribe's "unusual abilities," expressed a desire to follow Scribe.

At first, the Scribe had promised them.

At that time, he thought very simply. He was all alone and had nothing better to do than have someone to chat with.

But later, many people broke down after witnessing the darkness of the world.

They witnessed firsthand the scene of demons devouring people, and even saw the Scribe using the Sun Breathing to hunt demons.

Unable to accept that such things could exist in the world they live in, many people suffered mental breakdowns.

They knelt before the Scribe, tears streaming down their faces, begging Scribe to help them forget everything.

The Scribe had seen far too many similar cases.