When Karin saw the president's wife leaning against the doorframe, the woman's lazy posture on the sofa stiffened in an instant, like a startled cat!
"You're with the Demon Slayer Corps?!"
The president's wife arched her back and crouched on the sofa. Two fangs protruded from her bright red lips, and sharp claws grew from her hands.
"So she really is a demon."
Karin's lips curled into a smile.
The woman's reaction had confirmed her suspicions. This trip seemed to have been well worth it.
But to Karin's surprise, the president's wife looked ready to pounce at any moment. Instead, she threw the jar of blood beside her at Karin, then darted through a hidden door on one side of the room and vanished.
After a brief pause, Karin shook her head with a laugh.
The president's wife, who had slipped through the hidden door, raced through the mansion's secret passage on all fours like a beast.
She was clearly no ordinary demon.
Her strength might not match the Twelve Kizuki, but it couldn't be far off. More importantly, she possessed a level of reason that ordinary demons lacked. Otherwise, the mysterious man would never have sent her to work alongside the president of the newspaper company on such an important mission.
Given her strength, she shouldn't have been so panicked, even if a Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps had come after her. But for some reason, the instant she saw Karin, her Blood Demon Art had begun frantically warning her.
That was right. The reason the president's wife had been able to live freely among humans for so long was that her Blood Demon Art was highly unusual. It gave her no boost in combat, but it could warn her of danger and help her steer clear of