The demons raised their heads and looked at the man who had appeared above them.
He gently wiped the wineglass in his hand, standing with his center of gravity oriented opposite to theirs.
In that oppressive atmosphere, Doma, who excelled at breaking the tension, spoke first.
He lifted his face, a hint of apology in his smile. "If that's the case... then I'm terribly sorry~
After all, I was the one who 'introduced' Gyutaro into our ranks~ I never imagined he'd die at the hands of the Demon Slayer Corps~
In that case, in that case, should I gouge out my eyes to apologize to you? Perhaps I could tear out my tongue instead, but I do rather enjoy talking~"
"..."
With his back to them, Muzan paused as he lowered his wineglass. After a moment of silence, he said, "Who wants your tongue or your eyes?"
"What a shame. My eyes are quite beautiful."
Doma sounded faintly regretful.
Indeed, those eyes, like multicolored crystal, were breathtakingly beautiful.
Muzan frowned slightly, then continued, "I expected Gyutaro to lose. Burdened with a sister like that, and letting her lead the charge, he only made those Swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps fight harder and harder...
If he'd simply gone into battle himself... forget it. There's no point discussing it now."
He set down his glass and turned around, surveying the Upper Rank demons around him with a scornful smile.
"Over these past several centuries, I seem to have taken many wrong turns in cultivating demons.
The more of their humanity remains, the more likely they are to lose when battle comes...
Rui was like that, and so was Gyutaro..."
He lowered his eyes. "But none of it matters to me anymore. After all, you've never truly given me any hope.
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