Deep beneath the Entertainment District in Tokyo's Taito Ward.
As the most beautiful woman here, Daki had spent nearly a century serving as an oiran under various identities.
And in one of her secret lairs.
Daki, who had just feasted on several beautiful women, received Muzan Kibutsuji's orders.
And instantly panicked.
"Brother! Lord Muzan... he's in danger!"
Once the lowest of the Upper Ranks, Daki and her older brother had never felt any pressure over changes in the Upper Rank positions.
The reason was simple.
Besides being strong enough.
Muzan Kibutsuji's appreciation was also an important factor.
Especially for Gyutaro, who had been obsessive and ruthless even as a human.
And as his younger sister.
Daki benefited from that affection, so Muzan usually acted like a good boss toward her, despite finding her somewhat stupid.
At least on the surface.
So deep down, this younger sister of Upper Rank Five had always harbored a certain special feeling toward Muzan beyond loyalty and admiration.
Now that Muzan was in danger.
She was arguably even more anxious than the other Upper Ranks.
"Don't panic. Lord Muzan is so strong. He'll definitely be fine."
Gyutaro, whose hair was a wet, algae-green mess and whose body was covered in acne, was just as anxious.
But he still immediately split away from Daki's back.
And comforted his sister in his raspy voice.
They had depended on each other since childhood.
Even after becoming demons, they often fused their bodies through their Blood Demon Art, making them practically inseparable.
Then the algae-haired demon summoned two Blood Scythes.
He unleashed a dense barrage of attacks, swiftly breaking through the lair and leaping out from dozens of meters underground.
Then he sprinted out of the Entertainment District.
As Gyutaro rushed along at full speed, Daki clearly could not