Tanjiro's Family

Meanwhile, in a secluded suburb of Kyoto.

Muzan stood with a gloomy expression as he looked toward Kyoto.

He would now be completely cut off from the dignified life of the aristocracy and forced to live on the run.

And the culprit behind all of this was that great hand hidden in the shadows.

He did not believe there were any true gods in this world. If there were, then after hundreds of years and countless humans devoured, why had no god come to destroy him?

Slowly withdrawing his gaze, Muzan glanced at Kokushibo.

"Are you sure there is news of the Spider Lily?"

"Yes, Lord Muzan. My younger brother's descendants have found it."

"Hmph! At least you're somewhat useful. Go there at once. As long as we obtain the Blue Spider Lily, those so-called gods will be nothing more than food in our mouths!"

"Yes!"

Kokushibo lowered his head in acknowledgment, and then the group vanished from the spot.

When they reappeared, they were already deep in a deserted mountain range blanketed by heavy snow.

Muzan looked at the happy family playing in the distance, and a cruel, bloodthirsty smile curled across his lips.

"What a happy family. Too bad that man's descendants are all going to die. Search around first and see where they hid the Spider Lily!"

"Yes, Lord Muzan!"

Their figures quietly retreated.

As they disappeared, inside the distant cabin, a man with a red mark on his forehead suddenly looked in their direction.

"I thought I saw someone over there just now." A trace of confusion flashed through the man's eyes.

"Father! What's wrong?"

An exceptionally gentle voice rang out. A sweet, virtuous-looking girl gazed at him with concern.

"Nezuko, I'm fine. Perhaps it's just my old illness acting up."

"Father, you still need to