Uraume jerked her eyes up, her pupils trembling violently.
Marry her?
She stared at him blankly, as though she had misheard, or could not believe her own ears.
Immense joy exploded deep inside her, carrying a sickly heat that instantly flooded every limb.
She edged half a step closer, her fingertips trembling with excitement, yet her voice carried an unquestionable obsession and possessiveness, as though declaring her territory:
"Really? I want to be your principal wife! You can't have anyone else beside you, and you can't take concubines!"
"And the wedding."
Her eyes shone with a frightening brightness, and her lips spread into a strange, delighted smile:
"It has to be grand. We must slaughter at least three villages as a sacrificial offering. I want all of Jujutsu Society to know that I, Uraume, am your principal wife, Sukuna."
Sukuna scoffed inwardly, nearly losing control of his expression.
Sukuna leaned against the wall with his arms folded, lazily answering, "Mm," "Whatever you want," and "Of course," while his gaze drifted toward the depths of the ruins.
Uraume took it as his agreement to everything, her whole body trembling with excitement.
Only five minutes.
Too easy.
Never mind five minutes-even if he needed an hour, she would risk her life to buy it for him!
She nodded hard, so hastily that her eyes reddened, her voice trembling yet utterly resolute:
"Rest assured, my lord! Never mind five minutes, I'll risk my life to buy you a full incense stick's worth of time! Hurry back. Your subordinate will be right here, waiting for you to marry me!"
As she spoke, she unconsciously rose onto her toes again, wanting to touch his sleeve as a keepsake of this "betrothal."
Sukuna turned smoothly, avoiding her touch with perfect timing, and left her with two