"Lower Rank Three, Wakuraba." Muzan turned his gaze toward him, his red eyes utterly still. "And where were your efforts?"
"No! My lord! Please give me another chance! I..." Without hesitation, Wakuraba immediately knocked his forehead against the floor and begged in terror.
"Noisy." Muzan frowned slightly, as though irritated by a fly's buzzing.
Bang!
Wakuraba's body followed in Koyuki's footsteps, exploding into a scarlet spray.
Now only Kamanue, Enmu, and Crossing Dream remained...
"Lower Rank Five... Kamanue." Muzan's gaze fell on the last figure, who wore a bird-beak mask. "You were at Mount Natagumo as well..."
"Tell me, why did Rui die? Why was the Twelve Kizuki's stronghold destroyed? Why..." Her voice abruptly sharpened, carrying bone-chilling murderous intent.
The extreme terror that suddenly swept over Kamanue frightened him out of his wits. "My lord! I... I don't know!"
"Everything was chaotic at the time. I only saw Lord Rui being attacked by a young Demon Slayer wearing hanafuda earrings and a strange demon..."
"Attacked?" Muzan's voice turned ice-cold. "Useless trash! You couldn't even verify the information. What use is there in keeping you!"
As she finished speaking, she raised her fingertips slightly, about to reclaim this piece of trash, but the next moment-
"My lord! Please calm your anger!"
A voice with a strange cadence, seemingly capable of soothing hearts, rang out and interrupted Muzan's movement.
It was Crossing Dream who had spoken.
He bowed slightly, his bearing elegant and composed, his voice low and pleasant. "Please set aside your thunderous wrath for the moment."
"Although Kamanue failed to provide precise information, preserving himself amid the chaos and bringing back word of a suspected anomaly was already a rare accomplishment."
"At the very least, this tells us that within those cursed mountain woods, there may be a variable beyond