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The moonlight filtered through the dense leaves, casting dappled light on Muzan's face, his eyes revealing an indescribable ecstasy.
Muzan stood alone in the Okusafu family's backyard, a place that was once the view from his childhood window, but now it had become his hunting ground.
"This power is exactly what I've been longing for!" Muzan's laughter was filled with madness, oblivious to his own transformation.
He walked back inside, the maid he had just devoured no longer satisfying his desires. His gaze fell on a figure in the corner, a doctor dressed in a blue kimono, with a pierced chest—Dr. Hasegawa.
"Thank you for curing my illness. I will let you live forever within my body," Muzan said, slowly reaching out his hand, which suddenly transformed into a huge mouth, devouring Dr. Hasegawa's body whole.
After confirming that everything was cleaned up and there were no witnesses around, Muzan silently contemplated what to do next.
The next morning, Muzan arrived at the study of his father, Lord Urazato. The room was filled with the scent of sandalwood and ink, and the tense atmosphere felt particularly heavy.
Palace official sat in front of the rosewood desk, holding a crimson-covered book in hand, frowning in deep thought, seemingly pondering a significant decision.
"Father, I have recovered," Muzan gently pushed open the door, meeting eyes with Palace official, and managed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
Palace official immediately stood up from the chair and quickly walked to Muzan, gently placing his hands on his shoulders, his eyes filled with surprise and careful scrutiny.
"Muzan, are you really better? Can you walk?" Palace official's voice revealed a mix of joy and uncertainty.
"Yes, father. Dr. Hasegawa has given me a new treatment," Muzan said, his eyes hiding indescribable emotions.
"What kind of treatment?" the palace official asked eagerly.
"The specific method of treatment is not important. What matters is that I feel good now, very good," Muzan replied calmly, with a slight smile.
Palace official seemed somewhat skeptical, but ultimately chose to believe Muzan's words.
"That's great. If you're already recovered, we should celebrate even more," the palace official said as he turned towards the window, intending to pull back the curtains to let the sunlight in.
Suddenly, Muzan let out a sharp scream. As the curtains were pulled open, the intense sunlight shone in, causing Muzan's skin to immediately emit thick smoke. He quickly retreated to a dark corner.
Palace official exclaimed in shock, "Muzan, what's wrong with you? What's going on?"
"I... I'm not sure. It may require further investigation and understanding," Muzan said in pain, his face contorted with anger.
Muzan knew that he was no longer an ordinary person. Perhaps from the moment he accepted that kind of treatment, he had already become another creature.
The palace official, although surprised, did not doubt much, thinking that Muzan may not have fully recovered yet.
Not only posted notices to find Dr. Hasegawa, but also hired other doctors to continue treating Muzan.
In the days that followed, one after another, the servants and maids of the Okusafu family went missing. Each disappearance occurred at night, causing unease among the family members, who were unable to find the true culprit.
Moonlight quietly filtered through the cracks in the paper door, intertwining with the lamplight to create a gentle yet dim shadow.
In the courtyard of the Urazato family's home, the atmosphere has become unusually heavy. The family's servants and maids suddenly began to disappear, and everyone's hearts were filled with fear.
In the Urazato Palace official's face, neither moonlight nor lamplight could illuminate his downcast gaze. He sat on the tatami mat, with a small wooden table in front of him, on which there was a lantern and a stack of family documents.
"Father, what do you need from me?" Muzan stood at the door in a deep purple kimono, looking puzzled.
"Come in." The Lord's voice sounded somewhat heavy as he gently fanned himself with a bone-made folding fan.
Muzan stepped into the room and sat across from his father. He noticed the family documents on the table, and his heart tightened as he couldn't help but think of the recent series of unusual changes in himself.
"Have you noticed any unrest in the family recently?" asked the Palace official suddenly.
Muzan's eyes sparkled, "Anxiety? Father, what do you mean?"
"Some servants and maids have gone missing," the Palace official tightly closed his folding fan, as if trying to cover up his own unease.
"Oh? So that's what Father was referring to. Perhaps they just left the Urazato family," Muzan said with a hint of a cold smile.
The palace official sighed and said, "Since your mother remarried, all the family affairs have fallen on me. Now with this happening at home, I'm really at my wits' end."
"Father, are you asking me to go find them?" Muzan pretended not to understand.
"No, I called you here to ask if you've been feeling unwell lately. Any changes in your body?"
Muzan's eyes narrowed, "Are you saying..."
"Yes, it's true. The family curse. Suddenly, overnight, all the male heirs of Urazato have fallen seriously ill, even the male members of the collateral branches," the Palace official continued. He originally thought it was a coincidence, but recently, more and more news has been coming to him.
Muzan A tremor ran through his heart. Ever since he devoured that maid and doctor, he had felt his power increase significantly, but he didn't think for a moment that the illness affecting the male members of the family was related to him.
"Father, you're worrying too much. I'm fine."
"Is that so?" Lord Miyake looked at him puzzled, then slowly stood up and walked to a dark wooden box nearby. He opened the box, revealing a beautifully decorated short sword inside.
"This sword was bestowed upon us by Amaterasu Omikami for the Okusafu family and is said to have the power to ward off evil," Lord Miyake picked up the sword and handed it to Muzan, "I will entrust it to you, hoping it will protect you."
Muzan's heart tightened, but his expression remained calm. He took the short sword and said, "Thank you, father. I will take good care of it."
"That's good. You may leave now."
Muzan tightly grasped the short sword and walked out of the room. As soon as he closed the door, his eyes immediately turned cold and stern.
"The demon-slaying short sword? Ha, father, what is the meaning of this?"
He walked to the window with the sword in hand, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his hand. The short sword emitted a dazzling light in an instant.
"Ah!" Muzan exclaimed and quickly threw the sword to the ground.
"It seems that my father has started to suspect me, otherwise how could this sword have hurt me!" Muzan suppressed his anger and clenched his fists.
But in fact, Muzan misunderstood. Palace official gave him this short sword only hoping that he could protect himself, almost all of his loved ones have such a short sword.
On the other side, in the concubine's chamber of the Palace official Miya Naoai, a worried look appeared on her face as she watched her curious young son Urazato Teruhiko. Teruhiko always liked to embark on his little adventures at night.
"Teruhiko, you must not leave my sight recently, understand?" Miya Naoai nervously instructed, with a serious expression.
"I understand, mother," Teruhiko obediently nodded, but his eyes still occasionally glanced towards the dark corner of the courtyard.
However, one night, Teruhiko's curiosity overcame his reason. He secretly sneaked out of his room and tiptoed into the courtyard.
Before long, he found a shadow in a corner, silently swallowing the body of a headless maid.
The shadow suddenly turned around, and under the moonlight, revealed a blood-stained face - it was Muzan.
Teruhiko was stunned, while Muzan looked up at him and slowly walked forward.
"Ah, you found me, Teruhiko." Muzan's face revealed a strange smile as he gazed deeply into Teruhiko's eyes.
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