As Chinatsu finished speaking, Tamayo fell silent, while Yushiro beside her looked as though someone had splashed cold water in his face, his expression shifting again and again.
"Lady Tamayo..."
Yushiro looked at Tamayo, hoping to find some sign in her expression that would refute Chinatsu's words. But the moment he saw her face, he understood that everything Chinatsu had said was true.
Tamayo bit her lip, her hands clutching the hem of her skirt. Her head was slightly lowered, and her eyes were bloodshot.
"As long as I can kill Muzan, I'm willing to give up everything. Because of Muzan... after becoming a demon, I killed my own husband and young children with my own hands. Whenever I remember how my hands were stained with their blood, I... I..."
As Tamayo spoke, tears began spilling from her eyes. And that was with her trying to keep her emotions under control. Her hatred for Muzan ran so deep that even she could not fully restrain it.
Seeing her like this, Yushiro raised a hand toward her, only for his arm to freeze in midair.
He could not comfort Tamayo. He had understood that long, long ago.
"Chinatsu, let me go. If fighting Muzan means someone has to be sacrificed, then let that person be me..."
"Stop, stop, stop. Hold it right there. You said fighting Muzan might mean sacrifices? I don't agree with that at all. As far as I'm concerned, there is no 'might.' From the very beginning, I never considered an ending where anyone died. That goes for you and everyone else in the Demon Slayer Corps."
A sharp gleam flashed in Chinatsu's eyes. Tamayo looked at her, and with her skill at reading people, she could tell that Chinatsu was not lying.
Everyone would survive. No one