Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

In a corridor somewhere in the Infinite City.

A young man with white oak hair, a crimson crown, and iridescent eyes was walking briskly, fanning himself with a golden fan.

"Ah, Lord Kokushibo isn't here, and Lord Akaza isn't here either~ What a bad time of day."

His lips curled up in a smile that was both compassionate and joyful, and he was playing with a golden fan in his hand.

Doma looked around, his seven-colored eyes filled with disappointment, and he sighed softly.

"Everyone's so busy, no one talks to me, I'm so lonely~"

Then, as if he had thought of something, his smile brightened again, and his colorful eyes curved into joyful crescents:

"Then let's go visit Miss Pipa~ I wonder if she'll play a new piece for me?"

He decided on his next stop on his own and strode briskly in a certain direction.

Reaching the edge of a vast space connecting the upper and lower levels, he stopped, peered down into the unfathomable darkness, and his smile suddenly widened, revealing a hint of eager anticipation.

"Would it be faster to go down from here?"

Before he could finish speaking...

He had already spread his arms wide, and with a relaxed and carefree posture, he leaped into the air.

Bang—Crack!

The dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground and the sound of bones cracking echoed faintly in the empty lower level.

A moment later, Tongmo stood up unsteadily, one leg twisted, his forehead sunken, and blood and grayish-white substance slowly flowing out.

However, his seven-colored eyes shone even brighter, filled with joy.

"Ah~"

He sighed contentedly, his voice muffled by the damage to his skull.

"How fun... It's so light and airy, and then *snap*... I want to play again!"

He looked up, his face showing no pain, only a sense of lingering satisfaction.

"Hmm, let's play a little longer. Miss Pipa won't mind~ She's so gentle~"

He muttered to himself, and his wounds instantly healed completely.

Then, he returned to the edge with renewed enthusiasm and jumped off again without hesitation.

boom!

...

"Ah, Hanako, Hanako, when do you think Nakime-neechan will be back?"

In the small room, Yukina, holding Hanako, a black-haired doll with bangs and a pink kimono, lay on the floor, gazing longingly at the tightly closed paper door.

Nakime-neechan just received orders and left; the room is suddenly very quiet.

"Huh? What's that sound?"

Xue Nai suddenly looked up and listened intently.

In the distance, faint muffled sounds seemed to come, one after another.

She looked at the wooden doll with a puzzled expression.

"Hanako, did you hear that? It sounds like something fell down?"

There was no answer, but the sound was particularly noticeable in the silence.

Yukina hesitated for a moment, then sat up while holding Hanako.

"Hanako, let's just peek in from the doorway, okay? We won't go far."

As if seeking consent, or as if convincing herself, she held Hanako and shook it, as if nodding.

Holding the doll, she tiptoed to the door, carefully opened a crack, and peeked through with one eye.

The long corridor was dim and empty.

But just then, footsteps approached from afar, and a tall figure appeared at the end, walking slowly towards them.

Through the crack in the door, Xue Nai first saw a rare head of white oak hair and a pair of eyes that shimmered with iridescent light.

There seem to be patterns in those eyes. Are they designs or words?

She couldn't read, but she thought the eyes were very peculiar.

There are so many colors, and they're all sparkly.

The newcomer's face still seemed to have some red marks that hadn't been wiped off, and coupled with that unusually bright smile, it gave her a sudden chill.

"Eh—!"

A cheerful, almost exaggerated voice rang out, filled with undisguised surprise.

"Miss Biwa, what brings such a cute little thing here? Is it a new companion?"

Doma immediately spotted the pair of peeping eyes behind the crack in the door. His seven-colored pupils instantly curved into an even more delighted arc, and his steps became lighter.

"Ah, this is so wonderful! Infinite Castle finally has some new faces!"

He walked straight toward the slightly ajar paper door.

"Hanako, Hanako, he... he's coming..."

Xue Nai was so frightened that she sewed the door even smaller, hugged the doll tightly, and shrank back nervously, pressing her back against the wall.

The person outside the door was good-looking, but had suspicious red marks on his face and an excessively bright smile.

And he walked straight toward where she was hiding.

it's wired.

"What an adorable child!"

Doma had reached the door, and his voice came through the paper door, carrying a sweet praise.

Then, he paused, as if sniffing lightly, before bursting into even greater surprise and exclamation:

"Oh my! This smell...it's so rich and sweet, like adult blood! Such a rich blessing...it's truly enviable!"

Splash!

The paper door was pulled open without warning.

Doma waved his golden fan, squinted his seven-colored eyes, and looked at Yukina, who was frozen in fear in the corner, hugging Hanako tightly with wide eyes.

An extremely rich aura of Muzan's blood was emanating from this small child.

So pure, so close to the origin, it is something that no ordinary ghost given blood could possess.

He felt a little jealous.

Oh dear, to be so kindly bestowed with so much precious blood by the adults...

That's so enviable.

However, isn't it the Twelve Demon Moons that possesses such a level of blessing?

That's strange.

"Hmm~"

Doma gently rested his chin on his fan, his smile growing even brighter. "Cute little sister, who are you? What are you doing here? Are you with Miss Biwa?"

He crouched down, trying to look Yukina in the eye, his seven-colored eyes curving.

"Oh, oh dear, is something bothering you?"

The child in front of me is trembling with fear; he must be hiding a deep sorrow that he desperately wants to express.

Are you afraid of me?

How could that be?

We're all ghosts, there must be some other reason that made her uneasy.

The thought flashed through his mind, only to be replaced by a familiar enthusiasm.

The thought of helping a new companion escape suffering, listening to their sorrows, and guiding them to bliss filled him with excitement.

"Oh,"

He suddenly seemed to remember something and frantically rummaged through the front of his clothes.

"I left my hat at the Blissful Retreat Center, and I didn't bring my special listening mat either... How rude of me, to be so informal on our first meeting."

But he quickly rallied, "It's okay!"

He knelt down facing Yukina, placing his hands neatly on his knees, and adjusting the smile on his face to the most standard curve.

"Little girl, please don't be afraid. I am Doma, the leader of the Paradise Cult."

"Now, you can tell me all your sadness, pain, and troubles. I will listen carefully and not miss a single word."

"If you'd like, I can even take you to the Pure Land."