After executing two Lower Ranks in succession, Muzan turned his gaze to Kyogai, who was nearly frightened into wetting himself, without so much as a flicker in his eyes.
"I originally removed you from the Twelve Kizuki because you were too weak. It was only out of my mercy that I granted you the status of a Lower Rank again, yet you have accomplished nothing to justify that mercy."
"Forget it. I should never have expected anything from a worthless fool."
With that, Muzan killed Kyogai without even giving him a chance to speak.
In the end, only Enmu remained on the platform. He had neither spoken nor moved throughout, and only now raised his head to gaze adoringly at Muzan.
When Muzan turned his gaze to him, he still wanted to see what was going through his mind.
Then he saw:
Even when Lord Muzan is angry, he is so captivating...
Am I going to be killed by Lord Muzan himself? What bliss!
Once that tentacle devours me, will my flesh and blood count as having become one with Lord Muzan?
If so... mmm... just thinking about it makes me feel as though I might die of happiness...
Thoughts like these came with images that even the thousand-year-old Muzan could hardly bear to look at, almost dispelling the anger in his heart.
Still, Muzan found Enmu's almost twisted, fanatical adoration quite gratifying.
In his eyes, every living being in the world ought to obey his will with such fervor.
After all, he possessed the power of eternal youth. Once he found the Blue Spider Lily, he would overcome his final weakness and become a perfect, ageless, immortal life-form. Naturally, he deserved the worship of all living beings.
Of course, worship was fine. Entertaining thoughts that crossed the line was