Kaigaku's expression froze as he lay facedown on the ground.
No, that wasn't how it was!
"I ate people because I wasn't in my right mind! I'll never do it again! Lord Haruto!"
"If you didn't want to become a demon, I'm sure you had a hundred ways to avoid it... When Mr. Kuwajima trained you, he should have taught you that even immediate death was preferable to becoming a demon."
Haruto's voice was cold and clear, as icy as the blade in his hand.
"When you drank that blood and became a demon, did you think of Mr. Kuwajima, far away on Mount Momiji?
Do you know what fate he would face after the disciple he trained became a demon?
A proud old gentleman like him would plunge a blade into his own stomach to atone for his disciple."
Kaigaku began trembling again on the ground. He clenched his fists and slowly raised his upper body. There was no remorse in his black eyes, only endless hatred!
"What does that have to do with me?!"
He all but roared at Haruto. "What does that have to do with me?! Did I tell that old man to kill himself?!"
"...I understand."
Haruto nodded lightly. "In that case, I don't need to feel sorry anymore."
"Why?! Why are you doing this to me?! Why did you only show up now?! Aren't you a Hashira? Why weren't you there when the Upper Rank was killing the slayers?!"
Kaigaku's voice grew louder and louder. **"You were supposed to protect us! But you didn't! And now you're here condemning me! Who do you think you are?!
Why didn't you show up when I was turned into a demon?!"**
"..."
Haruto watched him, offering no answer for a long time.
"Wasn't it enough? I devoted