Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

But I estimate it probably won't be too wonderful.

Thinking to himself, Su Mu looked at the girl who had her head down. At that moment, Makomo also raised her head, her beautiful eyes looking at him.

"Sir, I wanted to say that you..."

"Could you... please not disappear all of a sudden again?"

Su Mu was a little confused and didn't quite understand.

"Don't disappear suddenly like my senior brothers, senior sisters, or Sabito..."

Makomo finally explained once again.

Su Mu fell silent for a moment after hearing this. Looking at the masked girl in front of him, he turned his head and shrugged with a hint of ease: "I'm not so easy to disappear."

After saying that, he urged, "It's late, Miss Makomo should go back now."

"Ah."

Makomo nodded and silently followed in her teacher's footsteps after Su Mu left first.

The mountain breeze was slightly cool, and when it blew against her body, Makomo shivered slightly.

Su Mu, who was walking ahead, turned around and saw Makomo shrinking slightly. He shook his head, took off his coat, and draped it over the girl's shoulders.

The girl, who was looking down, suddenly felt a heavy weight on her shoulders, followed by a profound warmth.

Only then did she realize that the man had taken off his coat and given it to her.

"Aren't you cold, sir?"

"Ha, I'm not as frail as a lady."

"I'm actually not weak either."

Makomo pouted, looking somewhat unconvinced.

"Then...give me your coat."

Su Mu stepped forward, as if to take off the coat draped over Makomo's body.

"No... I don't want to."

Makomo nimbly dodged away immediately.

Su Mu didn't actually intend to take off the coat he had just put on the girl; he just made a slight feint and continued walking forward.

Wearing a thick coat, Makomo walked quickly to stand alongside Su Mu.

"Thank you so much, sir. If you hadn't spoken to my master, he might have..."

"Didn't I already thank you once?"

Su Mu smiled wryly.

"That's true, but it's okay to thank you again."

Makomo, hidden behind the mask, gave a charmingly innocent smile.

Soon they arrived at the house halfway up the mountain where they lived. The house was dark, with no lights on.

"Go in."

Su Mu glanced at it and said something to Makomo beside him.

"Ah."

Makomo looked up, glanced at him discreetly, and slowly walked into the room, opening the door.

Upon reaching the door, he turned around and looked at Su Mu, who was still standing not far away in front of the door.

The girl's hair fluttered in the mountain breeze, and her beautiful eyes reflected the man's tall figure.

"It's late. Sir, would you like to come in and have a seat?"

The voice was soft and ethereal, with an extremely pleasant quality, and subtly, it carried a certain youthful allure.

Su Mu glanced at Senior Linlong's room next door, and then looked at the pitch-black night. Inviting someone to his room late at night, the air seemed to be filled with the restless emotions of a young boy and a girl.

"No."

He shook his head.

"Ha, I didn't expect you to refuse, sir."

Makomo reached out and gently brushed away the stray strands of hair from her forehead.

Su Mu shook his head and looked at the room next door: "If I agree, I'm afraid Senior Urokodaki, who is resting drunk, will have to get up immediately and come over to kick me out."

"Ha, sir, you guessed right."

Makomo let out a pleasant laugh: "Master said that boys are not allowed to enter a girl's room easily. If you dare to come in, Master is afraid he will break your legs."

"Ha, is that so?"

Su Mu touched his nose and looked at Makomo standing inside the door: "Go and get some rest."

"it is good."

Makomo nodded, turned around, and was about to go inside, but immediately stopped, turned back, and looked at the man: "Are you really not considering coming in? Maybe Master is asleep."

"Ha, no thanks."

Su Mu immediately shook his head.

The girl turned around, seemingly disappointed, and was about to close the door.

"Wait a moment."

Just as it was about to close, the man's voice suddenly rang out, causing the girl under the mask to blush slightly, but she still forced herself to look up shyly: "What? Aren't you afraid that your master hasn't fallen asleep yet?"

"No."

Su Mu shook his head and pointed to the jacket on Makomo's shoulder: "You should return my jacket."

Makomo blushed slightly, as if venting her anger, and immediately took off her coat, threw it out, and then slammed the door shut.

"Good night."

Su Mu took the coat, smiled and said something, then turned back without hesitation.

After a while, the door opened a crack again, and a pair of beautiful eyes behind the mask watched the tall figure leave under the moonlight and gradually disappear.

Until the figure disappeared for a long time

The girl's lips barely curved into a slight smile before she turned and went back to rest.

Chapter 157 The Born Demon King and the Born Swordsman

The fog was thick at night on Mount Sagiri. After dropping Makomo off, Su Mu headed back.

The house he built wasn't actually too far from Makomo's residence; it only took a short walk to get there.

In the pitch-black night, the lights that shone through seemed to dispel the thick fog, bringing a warm feeling.

Back inside, the lights are on, and for someone who is mentally exhausted, a faint sense of happiness will always arise.

Before he even reached the door, he heard hurried footsteps approaching from afar. Just as he was about to push the door open, a girl with delicate and lovely features opened the door.

The girl was dressed in simple home clothes, with a cute and delicate face. When she saw him, she immediately showed a happy smile. Her long and beautiful eyelashes fluttered, making her so cute that Su Mu almost couldn't resist pinching her little face.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, and realizing that her happiness was too obvious, the girl lowered her head, a slight blush rising on her cheeks.

Nezuko isn't asleep yet.

"Ah."

Nezuko nodded.

Su Mu glanced around the house. The dishes and utensils on the table had been cleared away, and the floor had been swept. Everything was clean and tidy, giving the feeling of a homeowner being at home.

Su Mu smiled and entered the house as Nezuko stepped aside.

There was a water glass on the table in the house, still steaming. Clearly, the lady of the house had just been there. One could almost picture a girl sitting there, holding a hot water glass, waiting for someone to come home.

Faintly, you can smell a pleasant fragrance in the air, with a hint of sweetness.

"Sir, would you like some porridge? You've just finished drinking wine. Having some porridge will make you feel much better."

Nezuko stood to the side, speaking softly, her little hand unconsciously brushing the strands of hair from her forehead behind her fair earlobe as she spoke.

"Do you have porridge?"

Su Mu was surprised.

"Yes, red bean porridge. I'll heat it up for you, sir."

"That will really trouble Nezuko."

"It's okay."

Nezuko's delicate face lit up with a happy expression, and she whispered, "Sir, just a moment."

With that, Nezuko took small, quick steps toward the kitchen.

Looking at the girl's slender figure from behind, unlike Nezuko who shrank after becoming a demon, the girl had grown into an extremely beautiful young woman with an increasingly slender figure as she grew older.

In fact, before that, Nezuko was already one of the most beautiful women in her original place. In fact, the beauty of the young woman had already begun to spread in the neighborhood where she had moved.

Su Mu glanced at her and then followed Nezuko.

As soon as Nezuko arrived in the kitchen, she immediately got to work. In fact, the red bean porridge had already been cooked for a while, and now it was just a matter of adding some more fire to heat it up.

As the girl was adding fuel to the fire, she seemed to sense something and looked up, only to find that Su Mu had entered the kitchen at some point.

"It'll be ready in a minute, no need to come over."

Nezuko added more fuel to the fire, speaking softly.

"I came over to take a look."

Su Mu casually said something, but his gaze fell on the small pot. As the fire was lit, the porridge in the small pot soon began to bubble, and at the same time, a very sweet and glutinous aroma wafted out.

"It looks like it was cooked before."

"Ah."