Within a deep, dimly lit open hall, strange Japanese-style rooms loomed on every side.
Countless demons lurked in the shadows, rustling faintly.
Bang! The crash frightened the demons into huddling together, trembling.
In the hall, a handsome man in a suit angrily shattered every test tube on the table.
He was none other than the Demon King, Muzan Kibutsuji!
"Two whole days, and neither of you found anything!"
Nakime and Gyokko shuddered, and Gyokko hastily apologized.
"We have failed you, Lord Muzan. A flame barrier rose around the area. Neither the eyeballs nor the pots could get inside."
"Oh dear~ What a shame. It's all because I'm no good at reconnaissance or searching. Whatever shall we do?" A handsome demon with grayish-white hair, a little red hat, and tight red clothing knelt as he apologized.
Yet there was not a trace of remorse on his face.
The surrounding demons fell silent.
A muscular, tattooed man with short hair knelt on one knee in a samurai's salute.
A samurai knelt on the floor behind a curtain.
The brother and sister said nothing, cold sweat running down their faces.
Only the old man curled up on the stairs kept apologizing, trembling fearfully as he prostrated himself.
Muzan's serpentine eyes widened as he said sternly, "Flames? A barrier? Are those your excuses for being incompetent?"
"No, no! We thoroughly searched the surroundings and confirmed that it is the estate of the Ubuyashiki Family, who have remained hidden for a thousand years! The mountain behind it was devastated, as though a terrible battle had taken place. The lingering power there still terrifies me."
"Also! I found traces of many humans leaving the estate!"
"Leaving? You and Hantengu will investigate. I want to know what they're planning!"
"Yes, Lord Muzan!"
"Lots of humans moving?" Something