With his three wives missing for several days, Uzui Tengen was even more anxious and worried than they were.
However, he did not show it, calmly giving instructions to everyone.
If the leader falters, the flock will scatter.
After everyone split up, The Three Little Ones honestly returned to the shop to help.
Mizuki and Uzui Tengen continued their surveillance as originally planned.
But being only outside, they couldn't monitor the situation inside the shop... Zenitsu walked through the shop, utterly bored.
He felt like he hadn't done anything all day.
Although he listened to everyone's conversations, he heard no news about Uzui Tengen's wife, Hinatsuru.
Suddenly, Zenitsu perked up his ears.
Zenitsu said with a serious expression, "Something big has happened, a girl is crying."
Following the sound, Zenitsu saw a young girl kneeling and crying in a messy room.
"This... this room is a mess, what happened?"
Hearing this, the girl lowered her head, covering her face and crying.
Zenitsu, who always prided himself on being a friend to women, couldn't bear to see this scene and, sweating profusely, comforted her, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Zenitsu squatted beside the girl and comforted her, "If you have any troubles..."
Suddenly, all the hairs on Zenitsu's body stood on end.
Without him noticing, a woman dressed in luxurious clothes had appeared behind him.
The woman's cold voice rang out, "What are you doing in someone else's room?"
It's a demon!
It's a demon's voice!
The person behind me right now is a demon; this is not a human voice.
Zenitsu's heart tightened.
He hadn't noticed her at all until she spoke.
The overly quiet sound was even more terrifying.
It was exactly like Miss Mizuki.
Could it be... an Upper Rank Demon?
Zenitsu's hand, comforting the girl's arm, trembled slightly.
The woman said impatiently, "Hey, are you deaf?"
"I'm truly sorry, I came in without permission!" Zenitsu said in a panic, "Because the room was messy, and that child was crying..."
At this point, he could only stall for time.
The woman looked disgusted, "You're too ugly, aren't you? So disgusting, why don't you just die?"
"The room is still a mess, but I've already ordered it to be cleaned..."
The woman coldly grabbed the girl's ear, making it bleed.
No, she's different from Mizuki.
Although Miss Mizuki is also very aloof, they all know that Miss Mizuki is just not good at expressing herself.
This person is different.
Zenitsu, with a grim face, grabbed the woman's arm.
"What are you doing?" The woman turned her head, her thin eyebrows furrowed without restraint.
Sweat dripped from Zenitsu's forehead, "Please let go."
The woman's gaze grew colder, and with a flick of her sleeve, the back of her hand reached Zenitsu's face.
So fast!
Zenitsu's pupils contracted for a moment, and he was sent flying backward.
Before losing consciousness, Zenitsu thought regretfully.
If only he had been more focused when practicing with Tanjirou and the others, just a little more focused, maybe he could have awakened his Demon Slayer Mark too.
After he fainted, the lightning Demon Slayer Mark on his forehead flashed once and quickly disappeared.
The woman retracted her arm, the disgust on her face suddenly vanished, and her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Zenitsu.
So that's it... this guy is... on the other side, Mizuki, who had gained nothing after sitting for a whole night, decided to take the initiative.
At night, the Tokito House was bustling, and the Shop Owner was no exception.
This gave Mizuki a legitimate opportunity to infiltrate. Finding a moment when the Shop Owner was called away, Mizuki, dressed in a simple kimono, walked inside.
Her neat and capable outfit wasn't ideal here; anyone would inevitably take a second look at her, so she simply put on a kimono at the Wisteria House.
That's right, she put it on over her original clothes.
Her combat attire was close-fitting, so even with the kimono on, it didn't look bulky. If an unexpected situation arose, she wouldn't be tripped by the kimono.
Upon entering the Tokito House, although people occasionally still cast glances her way, there was nothing she could do about it.
Who could blame her for being too beautiful?
Mizuki calmly walked further inside and happened to see Tanjirou carrying a large pile of packages with both hands, going upstairs around a corner.
The woman next to him exclaimed, "Speaking of which, Little Tanzi's strength is quite enormous."
"Yes, he's amazing."
Mizuki: "..."
No one else could manage not to be exposed like that.
Having found Tanjirou, Mizuki simply followed him.
"Eh? Was that just now...? Is there such a person in the shop?" The woman wondered, watching Mizuki go upstairs.
"Didn't see her face."
"Her face seemed to have a scar."
"Not sure."
Mizuki followed Tanjirou all the way, but had bad luck when she was stopped by a drunk uncle. Seeing no one around, Mizuki simply helped him vomit for free.
By the time she found Tanjirou, he was chatting with the Oiran named Kariha.
Kariha looked worried, "After your sister, you've also been sold to the pleasure district?"
"Yes... yes, but I've always been in contact with my sister through letters. My sister isn't someone who would run away..."
What kind of expression was that?
Mizuki's mouth twitched, and she leaned against the wall to eavesdrop.
"...So that's it." Kariha easily believed Tanjirou's lie, "Indeed, I also don't think Little Suma would run away."
"She's a diligent and serious child..."
Mizuki had inquired with the old woman at the Wisteria House, and Kariha Oiran seemed to be a very approachable person.
It seems true now.
However... she'll know for sure by trying.
Mizuki climbed through the window upstairs, avoided Tanjirou, and entered Kariha's room alone.
Mizuki looked around; it was a very clean and tidy room, with no trace of a demon's presence.
Even an Upper Rank Demon Moon couldn't completely conceal its presence in its own lair.
Of course, the most important thing was that she had observed Kariha's body structure, and she was wondering if Kariha might be cooperating with a demon.
And Kariha in the room also noticed the person behind her through the mirror.
She feigned composure and turned around, "Who... are you?"
As she spoke, her body imperceptibly shifted backward.
Mizuki withdrew her scrutinizing gaze, her crimson heavy pupils fixed on Kariha.
Seeing those unusual eyes, Kariha's heart tightened.
Not the type with a strong heart, should be easy to get information from.
Mizuki went straight to the point, "Are you a demon?"
"Eh?" Kariha was slightly stunned, "What?"
Her heartbeat and breathing showed no obvious fluctuations; she had no idea.
It seems she guessed wrong.
Mizuki simply bowed her head in apology, "Sorry, I've entered the wrong room."
"Eh?" How could she possibly have gotten the wrong room and ended up here?
But Mizuki had already bowed in apology and turned to leave.
A stranger suddenly barging into the room, it would naturally be better if he left on his own, but for some reason, Kariha, as if possessed, spoke up.
"Wait."
Mizuki's hand on the door paused, and she turned back.
Kariha maintained a gentle expression on her face and asked, "Excuse me, what did you mean by what you just said?"
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