Time Flowing Backward

Was that child from the Demon Slayer Corps?

Daki headed toward the bathing room. Aside from the top-ranked Hashira, ordinary Demon Slayer Corps members were no different from regular humans in her eyes and were not easy to identify, but Tanjiro was indeed somewhat unusual.

Since she could vaguely sense the difference, he most likely was.

"I finally found one. I wonder what kind of prey this one will be."

A curve lifted at the corner of Daki's lips.

Over the centuries, she and her brother had killed a total of twenty-two Hashira. She had killed seven, while her brother had killed fifteen. Every few years, a Hashira would investigate this place, only to become her food.

A few days ago, she had captured someone who had come to investigate. No matter how she tortured him, he refused to say a word, but the Demon Slayer Corps must have noticed this place by now, and she had long been preparing for it.

However.

Before the fight, she still had to preserve the "ingredients" properly so they would not spoil.

Daki lightly entered the bathing room. In truth, she had no need to bathe. As a demon, her body had long since become different from that of humans. She did not know how many years it had been since she had last sweated. Her skin could heal itself, so naturally there was no filth to wash away.

After taking a brief turn around the bathing room, she came out and returned to her own room, intending to put away Feng Ye, this "ingredient," as quickly as possible, lest something unexpected happen later.

She returned to her room with light steps.

Yet Daki was slightly surprised to find the room completely empty, with no sign of Feng Ye.

"Where did the guest