Xia Xi noticed the child in front of him.
Ever since their group had entered the room, the child had not so much as moved her eyes, let alone raised her head to look at them.
That was rather unusual.
Kanae, beside him, took Xia Xi by the hand and pulled him aside.
Lowering her voice, she began explaining the little girl's background.
Not long ago.
She and Shinobu had been carrying out a mission in their jurisdiction when they ran into a man.
The man was holding a rope.
Tied to the other end was this little girl.
He had been strolling down the street as though walking a dog.
Normally, the Demon Slayer Corps did not interfere in ordinary people's affairs.
But Kanae, who was observant and versed in medicine, noticed that the child's breathing was so faint it was almost nonexistent.
If they let that man keep roughly dragging her along by the rope.
The little girl would probably die of extreme weakness and starvation within three days.
As for Shinobu beside her.
She had been so angry that she glared at the man the entire time.
Anyone with eyes could tell that the little girl was neither his daughter nor his servant.
She was a slave he had bought.
And that was actually quite common in the Far East in this era.
Along with factories, Westerners had brought changes that made countless people at the bottom of society casualties of the times.
Many farmers, for a mere yen or two.
Could harden their hearts and sell their own children or wives.
But faced with the sight of someone being led around on a rope like a dog, the kindhearted sisters.
Simply could not stand by and do nothing.
And so.
Shinobu Kocho had not even given