Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

After that "hmm," Yukina really stopped talking.

She maintained the position of burying her face in Muzan's chest, and her small body gradually relaxed.

She seemed at ease, curled up on his lap, one hand still tightly gripping the tooth, the other unconsciously clutching the corner of his shirt.

Time flows slowly.

Muzan continued reading until he turned the last page of the book, closed it, and casually set it aside.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze returning to the small figure curled up in his arms.

Upon seeing this, his brows immediately furrowed.

This outfit...

Only then did he belatedly notice that Yukina's light-colored kimono had been crawling and rubbing against the floor earlier.

The cuffs and hem were clearly covered in dust and dried tear stains, making them look filthy.

When she rushed over crying earlier, his attention was completely occupied by her torrent of tears.

They overlooked the fact that the little thing itself wasn't exactly clean either.

Dirty to death.

It seems my own clothes have been indirectly affected again.

Moreover, this dress is new and very expensive…

He felt a surge of annoyance and instinctively wanted to order her to get out of there immediately and change out of her dirty clothes.

However, when he looked down and saw Yukina's current state, the words he was about to say stopped in his tracks.

The child is asleep.

He was still sleeping soundly.

Long eyelashes cast a small light shadow under her eyes, and her small mouth was slightly open, revealing a gap in her gums where her front tooth was missing.

She fell asleep again.

He had never seen anyone sleep so soundly.

Muzan's expression darkened.

According to this little thing's past records, once she enters this deep sleep, she won't wake up easily unless she gets enough sleep herself.

We can't wake her up now.

but…

This is so dirty I can't stand it.

never mind…

He expressionlessly pulled a clean, dark-colored handkerchief from his sleeve once again.

This time, the movement was clearly impatient.

He first wrapped two of his fingers with a handkerchief, then somewhat roughly pried open Xue Nai's dirty hand that was clutching his clothes and began to wipe her small hands.

I rubbed my hands vigorously, from the palms to the backs of my hands, and then to each finger, until my palms returned to their original skin color.

Then, he used the other clean corner of the handkerchief to wipe Xue Nai's cat-like little face.

The movements were not exactly gentle.

Yukina seemed to feel uncomfortable in her sleep, and unconsciously whimpered. She rubbed her little head against his chest, but did not wake up.

Muzan was a little annoyed.

Yukina seemed to have grown up a bit when she woke up this time.

In the Infinite City, there are hardly any clothes left that she can wear.

We have no choice but to go out to buy supplies.

Otherwise, how could one expect a brat who doesn't even have Blood Demon Magic to conjure up clothes on his own?

Thinking of this, the look in his eyes as he gazed at Yukina's sleeping profile was tinged with a hint of disappointment.

He's been sleeping for hundreds of years, yet he can't even awaken the most basic Blood Demon Art, and his blood flows through his veins, but he's so weak.

If other ghosts found out about this, it would be an immense disgrace...

But the phrase "Dad is Yukina's most important ghost" echoed softly in his mind again, seemingly out of place.

Muzan closed his eyes briefly, suppressing the sudden surge of emotion.

Forget it...

He compromised in his heart.

So be it, we're weak.

Thinking about it carefully, protecting such a weak being is indeed no difficulty for him now.

As for any other fellows who dare to comment or act rashly on this matter...

Just crush their heads.

"Nakome".

The moment the thought was conveyed, the figure holding the pipa appeared at the doorway of the room, standing with head bowed.

"Take this guy away," Muzan coldly ordered her, tilting his chin slightly towards Yukina in his arms.

"Find her some clean clothes to change into. If you can't find anything suitable, you know what to do."

He meant sending Nakime out to buy things.

Muzan reached out, preparing to toss the sleeping Yukina from his lap to Nakime.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of her small hand, which was still tightly clutching that tooth even in her sleep.

What an idiot.

He thought harshly.

They actually believed those ridiculous rumors.

Even if you throw your teeth the highest, what difference will it make?

There is no such thing as a god who can grant a child's wish.

Almost as if in a prank, he reached out and pried open her tightly clenched fingers.

Yukina seemed to sense something in her sleep, and her little hands unconsciously tightened a little, but in the end, she couldn't resist his strength.

Muzan easily removed the small tooth and casually wrapped it with a corner of the handkerchief that had just been used to wipe her face.

They're sleeping so soundly, they won't wake up at all, they're completely unaware.

As he worked, he thought disdainfully to himself.

After doing all this, he tossed the child in his arms to Nakime, and the room immediately returned to its emptiness and silence.

Muzan stood up and slowly smoothed out the fine wrinkles that had been pressed into his clothes.

My gaze swept across the room, but my thoughts drifted to the outside world.

It must be night outside...

Thinking of the interrupted clue of the blue spider lily, a mixture of anxiety and longing excitement subtly rose within me.

If this time...

If... if it's true...

Then he could break free from the curse of sunlight and become a truly perfect and eternal being.

He must go and confirm it as soon as possible.

Hopefully, this intelligence gathering won't be another infuriatingly fruitless effort.

Muzan walked towards the door, ready to depart immediately.

However, his steps paused subtly for a moment before the threshold.

He turned to the side, his gaze first falling on the dark handkerchief covering his teeth on the table inside the room, then lifting it to look at the towering, sloping roof covered with dark tiles in the opposite room.

He turned and walked back to the table, picked up the handkerchief, and casually weighed it in his palm.

The baby tooth inside felt as light as a feather.

What a boring custom.

A cold, hard judgment flashed through his mind again, but his face remained expressionless.

It simply won't come true.

Then, he raised his hand, without even aiming, and casually tossed the soft object in his hand towards the opposite rooftop.

The handkerchief drew an almost invisible arc in the air, silently crossing the space under the corridor, and landed precisely on the roof tiles on the opposite side.

It made an extremely faint "click" sound, and then came to a steady stop.

Under the dim light, it almost blends into the dark tiles.

Muzan withdrew his hand, turned and left, not looking at the roof again.

boring…

How boring…

He silently repeated it to himself again, unsure whether he was referring to the custom or to his own momentary, inexplicable action.