The demons turned their gazes toward the bamboo blinds beside them. Behind them knelt a swordsman with Black Long Sideburns and a high ponytail, dressed in a Purple Snake-Patterned Kimono and Black Uma-nori Hakama.
"I am here! Lord Muzan has arrived!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a man wearing a white shirt and a black vest appeared above the demons' heads.
Muzan Kibutsuji stood on the ceiling, with an enormous laboratory table before him, covered in all sorts of experimental apparatus.
Muzan Kibutsuji picked up a test tube and added a drop of liquid to it.
"Gyutaro died at the hands of the Demon Slayer Corps. There is now a vacancy among the Upper Rank moons."
"So it really happened?"
Doma immediately knelt on the floor and said, "I deserve ten thousand deaths. After all, Gyutaro became a demon on my recommendation. How should I atone? Should I gouge out my own eyes? Or should I..."
There was not a trace of panic in Doma's words. He was still smiling as he looked at Muzan Kibutsuji with anticipation.
"What use would I have for your eyes? I had already anticipated that Gyutaro might fail. Sure enough, Daki held him back."
As Muzan Kibutsuji spoke, he wrote something in a notebook with a pen.
"Had Gyutaro taken action from the outset, the battle would surely have ended in victory long ago. Once he poisoned his enemies, he could simply have conserved his strength and waited for them to die from the poison... never mind. It is all in the past now."
"How utterly tedious. It is always the demons who retain the most humanity who are defeated first. Forget it. Leave it at that. I stopped expecting anything from you long ago."
Doma said with a smile, "Why are you