Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

Yukina nuzzled against his neck, sniffed, and looked up at him with her still slightly moist eyes.

"It's all my fault..."

Her voice was soft, filled with obvious lingering fear, and her little hands unconsciously clenched tighter.

"It's all my fault for being so playful and insisting on listening to rakugo, which led to meeting that person and putting Dad in danger..."

Then, she suddenly brought her face even closer, almost touching Muzan's nose.

Her eyes turned into starry eyes.

"Thank goodness... thank goodness Daddy, you're so amazing! You knocked him down in one go!"

Muzan felt a little uncomfortable under her sudden close gaze and starry eyes. He snorted and turned his head slightly to look at the other side of the alley.

nonsense.

He scoffed inwardly.

If he really couldn't win, he would have run away long ago. How could he stand there waiting to die?

Who would push others aside like this idiot and then stand there getting beaten up?

However, her reaction at this moment was not one of foolish sympathy.

It seems they're not hopelessly stupid.

But this realization did not diminish his displeasure with Xue Nai's self-reflection.

"You can blame others for not being strong enough, blame the enemy for being too cunning, or blame the world for being unfair. Instead of blaming yourself for being playful."

Only idiots blame themselves.

His logic is simple and tyrannical.

His child, even if it's just such a weak, troublesome, and sometimes foolish thing.

But the fault always lies with others, with those who are not strong enough or who are in the way.

Yukina was somewhat bewildered by his unconventional lecture, blinking her eyes and looking at him with a mixture of understanding and confusion.

Does Dad mean she shouldn't blame herself for encountering danger?

So... Dad was comforting her!

A warm feeling welled up inside me.

She couldn't help but move closer, puffing out her cheeks and gently pressing them against Wu Can's slightly cool cheek.

"Then Dad must be the best, the absolute best!"

Muzan remained silent for a moment, feeling the softness on his cheek.

He didn't deny it, but only gave a brief response from his nose:

"Um."

He is definitely the most powerful.

There is no doubt about this.

...

Tamakko watched the last performance of the rakugo performer with great satisfaction.

He felt that this person had rich expressions and expressive body language, making him an excellent candidate for making teapots. He was excitedly planning how to incorporate the person into his new work.

Halfway through my thought, I suddenly caught a whiff of fresh blood.

He immediately swung the pot around like a fish that had smelled bait, following the scent.

Then he saw the swordsman lying in a pool of blood deep in the alley, and the two familiar figures beside him.

Good heavens! Good heavens!

The area he was responsible for guarding actually allowed these blind bugs to sneak in and disturb Lord Muzan!

Jade Pot quickly slid out of the pot and carefully swam to a spot a few steps away from Muzan. Its upper body was lowered, and the little hands on the pot's surface fluttered frantically.

"M-My lord! I am so sorry I am late! To have such a lowly item disturb you is truly... truly a grave dereliction of duty on my part!"

Yu Hu originally intended to be polite and show his loyalty.

Based on his understanding of Muzan's consistent style, this level of dereliction of duty would at most earn him a reprimand or be ignored.

To everyone's surprise, Muzan, who was holding Yukina and slowly turned around, simply glanced at him calmly with his crimson eyes.

"Since that's the case, then atone for your sins with your death."

Jade Pot: "...?"

All the little hands waving on the teapot froze instantly, and even the lips faintly visible at the spout trembled.

Did he...did he hear wrong?

Or is it that the adult's sense of humor is particularly unique today?

It seems that adults... are not good at taking jokes like this.

Yu Hu belatedly realized this.

The sense of crisis instantly surged.

His survival instinct made him think at the fastest speed he had ever been.

He immediately noticed the little female ghost who was being held in Muzan's arms and was curiously looking at him.

Ah!

This is the little friend I just saw in the store!

Yu Hu instantly found the perfect opportunity to change the subject!

His stiff little arms immediately came to life, waving in exaggerated gestures, while his upside-down mouth emitted even more fawning sounds.

"Oh my god! Look who this is!"

"A new, exquisitely lovely companion? Those clear red eyes, that smooth black hair, truly a gift from creation! To be held so tenderly in the arms of the supreme Muzan-sama... Ah, this is an honor that would make even the pot envious to the point of cracking open!"

He cleverly steered the conversation toward Yukina, attempting to ease the tension with praise.

Muzan gave him a cold glance.

Did he think praising that little fool would work? Did he really think he cared about her that much?

If it weren't for the fact that this pottery business in human society could indeed bring him a lot of money and certain conveniences, he would have been fine.

Besides, this guy is at least an Upper Moon, so getting rid of him and finding a replacement would be troublesome...

We haven't settled the score for that false intelligence about the blue spider lily yet!

Thinking of this, Muzan's eyes grew even colder.

The strange blue flower that Yoshida Shigeru's friend gave him not only had nothing to do with the blue spider lily, but it wasn't even a real flower; it was just a crude fake flower.

Yu Hu actually dared to report such absurd and ridiculous misinformation as important intelligence.

He made a wasted trip and wasted his time!

At that moment, Yukina was secretly observing the thing that had suddenly appeared from Muzan's shoulder.

In her eyes, it was a strangely shaped bluish-gray pot, and on its body... it seemed to have many, many small, white arms moving around.

At the spout, you can vaguely see a mouth and eyes.

But the eyes seem to be in the wrong position, are they upside down? There are also small fish fin-like things on the top of the pot…

What is this thing?

"dad,"

She quietly leaned close to Muzan's ear, cupped her small hand to her mouth, and asked hesitantly in a voice she thought was very soft, but which was actually audible to both demons present.

"Is this one a ghost too? It looks... a bit... "

She pursed her lips, a slightly troubled look on her face.

She felt it was impolite to directly say it was ugly, especially since the teapot had just praised her.

After hesitating for a moment, she decided to choose a point she felt she could praise, and looked very carefully at the jade pot's body, adding softly:

"But the design of this teapot is quite unique and rather beautiful..."

Yukko was initially a little uneasy because of Muzan's cold gaze and Yukina's hesitation in the first half of her sentence, but upon hearing the second half of the comment about "the pot being beautiful," she felt relieved.

His seven-colored inverted eyes suddenly shone brightly, and his previous apprehension was immediately thrown to the winds.

"Oh my god!!!"

He let out an even more exaggerated and excited exclamation.

confidant! confidant!

Not only do I love listening to rakugo, but I can also appreciate the pots made by Bentakho!

"Did you hear that, Lord Muzan? This adorable little companion actually knows how to appreciate my exquisitely crafted body, the Jade Pot, which embodies unparalleled artistic beauty. What refined taste! What keen artistic insight!"

The many tiny hands on his teapot waved excitedly.

"I knew it! Anyone chosen by Lord Muzan is no ordinary person! This young companion, your future artistic achievements will surely be limitless!"

He completely ignored what Yukina had said earlier about him being "not very good-looking..."

He was simply immersed in the joy of finally meeting a like-minded person who could appreciate the beauty of his teapots.