Time turned back several dozen minutes.
Doma sat leisurely in a palanquin carried by his followers, waiting to visit a new believer's home.
He was supposedly going to treat that poor family's illnesses and relieve their suffering.
As for these requests from his followers.
Doma did not really care.
After all, whether others lived or died, felt joy or sorrow.
None of it could evoke much genuine feeling in him.
Still, he felt that, as leader of the Eternal Paradise Cult, he ought to listen and respond to his followers' hopes.
That was why, in the sunless depths of night.
Their sizable procession headed toward that new follower's home.
Yet just as they were about to arrive.
Two unexpected figures blocked the procession's path.
They looked like a young couple out for a midnight stroll.
One was a rather tall boy wearing loose robes.
The other was a girl in a simple everyday kimono, though she seemed to be in a rather bad mood.
"Excuse me, you two, could you let us through? We have something important to do."
"Are you having some trouble? Perhaps we can help."
The followers at the front were unexpectedly accommodating.
Their tone could even be called gentle.
But the taller boy looked toward the girl beside him.
He muttered in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"These guys are so nice, I almost feel bad attacking them right away."
After that baffling remark, he asked, "Oh, right, Kanae, can you tell which one's the demon?"
The girl looked helplessly toward Doma.
"Xia Xi, the writing in his eyes..."
These days, in the Demon Slayer Corps.
After Xia Xi's theoretical instruction and the practical training that experts at every level put their juniors through.
Almost no one would fail to identify a