"I don't want mom and dad to argue because of me anymore."
To be honest, Mizuki felt a little hesitant.
Because she couldn't do it.
As the saying goes, even an honest official finds it hard to settle family disputes. Was she supposed to go in and beat up the man?
And what then?
After she left, would the man think she was a helper called by the woman and abuse her even more?
Kill him?
What a joke.
Not to mention his crime wasn't punishable by death, in this era, a man was the pillar of the family. No matter how much he beat or scolded his wife, she was still dependent on him.
If the man died, could the woman still survive?
Living in such a slum.
Mizuki said with reluctance, "This... Elder sister might not be able to do it."
"How could this be..." The light in the girl's eyes dimmed at a visible speed.
Suddenly, the noise from inside the door stopped, and footsteps approached.
The large door slid open.
Mizuki stood up.
"Who are you?!" A man in patched clothes stood at the doorway, staring at Mizuki with ill intent. "What are you doing outside my house in the middle of the night?"
"Trying to steal something?"
The girl desperately blocked Mizuki, waving her hand at her father to explain, "No, it's not like that."
"This elder sister..."
"Get out! Don't loiter around my house."
The woman inside followed behind the man, also looking at Mizuki cautiously.
Mizuki suddenly thought of a method.
Although she didn't know if it would work... she unexpectedly drew the blade from her waist, and the loud sound of the sword being drawn exploded in the man's ears.
He hadn't noticed it just now.
"You, what do you want to do!" The man retreated in fear, instinctively shielding his wife with his hand.
There's not no salvation... cults harm people.
Mizuki sighed inwardly, and the blade quickly grazed her fingertips.
She flicked her finger, and several drops of blood landed in the man's eyes.
His eyes attacked, the man rubbed them frantically, shouting, "What is this?"
It was so cold his eyes hurt.
Seeing this, the woman tremblingly stepped forward.
"What exactly do you want?"
"Our family has nothing valuable."
Mizuki flicked blood into the woman's eyes with equal treatment.
The girl saw that she had even drawn her sword. Although she had been friendly with Mizuki just now, seeing her draw her sword still made her inevitably panic.
"Elder sister, please don't kill my parents."
Mizuki retracted her long sword and patiently explained, "My blood might allow them to see you."
The girl paused.
On the other side, the coldness in their eyes finally disappeared.
They opened their eyes and looked at Mizuki, their fearful gaze suddenly noticing the girl beside Mizuki.
The man murmured, "Kyoko..."
Lost and found again, the woman joyfully opened her arms, "Kyoko, come here quickly."
Kyoko was also moved and rushed over. Her parents could finally see her.
The man reacted and angrily scolded, "bastard! How dare you run back alone..."
Before he could finish, he saw Kyoko pass through his wife's body.
He and his wife both froze in place.
Mizuki's faint voice sounded, "The cult you sent her to, its cult leader is a demon who devours people without spitting out their bones."
The two of them stiffened suddenly.
Mizuki didn't need to say anything more about the rest.
Watching the three hug each other, even though they couldn't feel each other's warmth, tears still welled up in their eyes.
Mizuki turned and pulled the door shut outside. That would be enough for today.
This family of three didn't seem to be in a state to communicate for now. She would come back tomorrow.
On the way home, Mizuki pondered.
The Eternal Paradise Cult... perhaps she still needed to visit it.
Just now, she had found the meaning of her existence.
Even if she couldn't kill Douma, at least she had to figure out his Blood Demon Art.
The reason Mizuki was so afraid of changing the plot was entirely because she only had a partial understanding of it.
If she knew little, she could change the plot without any burden.
If she knew a lot, she could effectively change the plot.
It was only her partial understanding of the plot that made her struggle and unable to move forward.
Since that was the case, she would investigate all the information about these ranked demons.
Especially the Upper Ranks.
Her clearest understanding of the Upper Ranks was Kokushibou.
And a white-haired female demon, a contributor to Yoriichi's famous scene, often seen in short videos, but she knew nothing of the more detailed information.
And that Big Brother didn't lose, Upper Rank Three, who outwardly appeared to be a martial artist who killed with fighting techniques.
Other than that, she knew nothing.
If she could investigate clearly, by the Taisho period, she might be able to help the Demon Slayer Corps more effectively.
At least she could arrange plans more effectively, instead of being reduced to only hoping for the opponent to make a mistake through plot kills.
But a new problem also arose.
How could she effectively obtain information about the opponent?
She wasn't worried about the address; the man who personally sent Kyoko away would surely know.
But was she supposed to blend in?
With this face of hers?
Although she could slightly change her body shape and height, she couldn't change her appearance.
If she went in with this face, and if Douma was truly an Upper Rank, he would probably have an immediate stress reaction.
Disguise herself and sneak in, then directly find the person and start fighting?
That seemed more reasonable.
Mizuki walked on the streets of the slum when suddenly, voices came from ahead.
She approached discreetly... "Excuse me, I heard that there's a demon capturing young girls nearby. Do you know where that is?"
What she saw was a swordsman wearing a Demon Slayer Corps uniform.
Was he tricked by false information?
The homeless man he was questioning shivered, looking very frightened.
The swordsman's eyes lit up slightly. There's a lead!
"Just now!" the homeless man stammered, "A female demon!"
"What?!"
"Right there! I just saw with my own eyes that girl's eyes glowing red, and she even cut off a man's..."
He pointed into the distance, his gaze blank.
The swordsman anxiously shook his shoulder, "Cut off what?!"
Could it be his head?!
"A demon..."
"?"
"A DEMON!!!" The homeless man's expression crumpled, and he turned and fled.
A chill ran down the swordsman's spine, straight to the top of his head. He could clearly feel it.
Something was watching him, with terrifying blood-red eyes.
Very strong! Probably a powerful demon he had never encountered before!
Could it be!
Muzan!
The opponent's powerful aura even stung his nerves. Was he going to die so soon after just starting out?
The swordsman swallowed, subtly placing his hand on the sword at his waist.
He gritted his teeth.
"Wind Breathing, Fourth Form..."
Mizuki lightly chopped him on the neck with a hand-knife. The man's face showed terror, his eyes rolled back, revealing the whites, and he fell weakly to the ground.
What was that about?
Mizuki grabbed him by the collar and looked down at herself.
She hadn't deliberately hidden or released her aura just now, had she?
Why was he so scared?
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