"Sir, may I ask you..."
"Get lost!"
Before Yun Kumo could even finish, Muzan cut him off.
His tone was full of impatience, along with a measure of murderous intent he had nowhere to vent.
"Actually, I..."
"Hmm-?"
Relying on this world's protection and unafraid of injury, Yun Kumo tried to continue the interview. But when Muzan's scarlet eyes glared at him, a chill still ran down his back, and every muscle in his body instantly tightened to the verge of cramping.
The protection of this place's rules kept all murderous intent at bay, but those eyes, which seemed to hold mountains of corpses and seas of blood, still filled Yun Kumo with instinctive fear.
It was like encountering a natural predator. Even with an indestructible protective barrier between them, he still instinctively trembled inside.
Gulp.
Yun Kumo's body was so tense that even swallowing felt stiff. Only after Muzan looked away did it ease somewhat.
"Hah-hah-"
Once his body relaxed a little, Yun Kumo panted heavily.
However, this encounter only stirred his rebellious streak.
Yun Kumo: Won't let me interview you, huh? Well, I'm going to! Kill me if you can!
With that thought, Yun Kumo became a limpet, clinging relentlessly to Muzan.
"Sir, interested in an interview?"
"You seem to have something on your mind. Why not talk about it?"
"Come on, tell us what's making you unhappy so everyone watching can have a laugh."
"..."
Words like these surrounded Muzan.
"You're so annoying! Aah-!"
Muzan roared at Yun Kumo.
It had absolutely no effect.
He had also tried throwing this irritating fly aside, but he could not make contact with Yun Kumo in any way.
And once Yun Kumo discovered that Muzan could do nothing to him, he only became more relentless.
Utterly exasperated, Muzan could only