Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

"I see."

As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently fell on Nezuko's chest.

Today, Nezuko was wearing a very thick cotton coat, covering herself up completely, but it still couldn't hide her beautiful figure; her clothes were bulging at the chest.

Nezuko's figure is much fuller than it appears in the anime.

Su Mu had thoroughly understood this point.

……

Although I am already close enough to my husband, we have been honest with each other and even know each other inside and out.

But every time Su Mu looked at her, Nezuko's heart would still race and she would still feel shy.

Almost instinctively, she reached out and smoothed a few strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face, then tucked them behind her ears. If no one were around, she probably would have already boldly thrown herself into her husband's arms.

Although it will be embarrassing, I will still do it bravely because I know that Mr. likes it.

But now, she resisted the urge to throw herself into her husband's arms and bury her face in his chest. She gave him a coquettish look and then turned back.

Despite the chill of winter, the house was warm, with the fireplace burning brightly. Makomo, whom we hadn't seen much lately, made a rare appearance.

"Makomo, have some tea."

Nezuko brewed another cup of tea and handed it to Makomo.

Makomo took it, held it to her lips with both hands, and sipped it slowly.

Makomo was wearing a white kimono today. She was originally wearing a thick coat, but she took it off once she got inside a warm room.

The girl was still petite and pretty, but she had lost a lot of weight compared to before.

Her once bright eyes were now covered with dark circles.

Her pretty face also had a hint of paleness.

"Is it because you've been working too hard lately? You seem to have lost a lot of weight."

Nezuko asked softly, her voice filled with concern. Makomo's current state was truly worrying.

Nezuko knew that Makomo and Somaki were very close, at least before.

But recently...

But things changed; suddenly they became distant.

Of course, it wasn't just Makomo; there were many others as well.

Nezuko, of course, knew the reason, because of her so-called 'demon' identity.

Because of this, Nezuko was actually very angry for her husband. She didn't think there was anything wrong with him being a ghost. So what if he was a ghost?

Of course, Nezuko almost forgot that she was actually quite frightened when she first met Su Mu, this demon.

Regardless, Nezuko felt that these people had gone too far.

Although Nezuko knew about everyone's hatred of demons, she still felt that this was wrong no matter what.

Anyway, Nezuko was indignant on behalf of her teacher.

Therefore, during this period, Nezuko felt very sorry for Su Mu and always tried her best to comfort him.

Nezuko wasn't particularly welcoming of Makomo's arrival. It wasn't because Makomo had been close to her husband, or even had an ambiguous relationship with him, although these things made Nezuko uncomfortable. As the hostess, she had actually accepted Makomo in her heart.

She had even already thought about how to handle her relationship with Makomo in the future.

The real reason Nezuko didn't welcome Makomo was that Makomo distanced herself from him after learning that he was a demon.

This infuriated Nezuko. In her opinion, it was one thing for others, but how could Makomo do this?

Although she had a lot of opinions, Nezuko, who had only been a wife for a short time, hoped that Makomo and her husband's relationship could be restored to normal.

If they really have a conflict, the master probably won't be happy either, and Nezuko certainly doesn't want to see him unhappy.

"I am a bit tired, there is a lot to deal with."

Makomo replied to Nezuko in a low voice, but her gaze lifted slightly to notice Su Mu standing by the window. Then, she lowered her head again and quietly sipped her hot tea.

The rising steam from the hot tea brushed against Makomo's beautiful, long eyelashes, and the green tea rippled in the girl's beautiful eyes, now shrouded in mist, revealing the girl's inner thoughts.

Nezuko then chatted with Makomo about a few topics, but seeing that Makomo wasn't very interested, she changed the subject and left.

Before leaving, Nezuko made sure to close the door tightly, giving the two of them enough privacy.

Nezuko knew that Makomo was coming today, probably to see her husband. A beautiful girl and her husband in a private space, and she was once a romantic interest in each other, might lead to something.

This is something that would make any woman feel uncomfortable.

Nezuko was naturally uncomfortable, but she hoped even more that her husband and Makomo could reconcile, and she did not want to see their relationship break down and make her husband sad.

Overall, Nezuko constantly told herself that she must be a good wife.

In this place and in this era, a good wife must first ensure family harmony, do what she is supposed to do, and most importantly, ensure the continuation of her lineage and the prosperity of her offspring.

As a young woman, Nezuko diligently studied and consulted her mother, Kamado Hime, and strived to be a good wife.

Be a good wife to a ghost.

As Nezuko left and closed the door, the room fell silent.

Su Mu stood by the window, watching the snowflakes fluttering outside.

Makomo sat by the fireplace, watching the flames burn. Occasionally, there was a crackling sound from the burning wood, but otherwise, neither of them seemed to notice the other.

However, the two of them were somewhat tacitly aware of each other's feelings.

Su Mu knew that Zhen Gu had come today for him.

Makomo also knew that Su Mu roughly knew why he had come today.

Although the truth is hard to accept.

but

What must be faced will eventually have to be faced...

Although it will be very painful.

Chapter 299 Why are you... a ghost?

The fire in the stove burned brightly, and the burning wood made a crackling sound from time to time. Su Mu stood by the window watching the snow falling, while Makomo stayed by the stove, quietly watching the fire.

The room was very quiet.

The silence was almost eerie.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Makomo turned her head and looked at Su Mu. Her intelligent eyes were filled with complex emotions, as if she wanted to express too many feelings.

Su Mu closed the window, shutting out the wind and snow outside, and carried the tea that Nezuko had just brewed to Makomo's side.

The girl lowered her head slightly, ultimately unable to speak, just as she had done in recent days. Each time they met, she told herself to demand the truth, but ultimately lacked the courage to utter it.

Because she was afraid of the cruel truth.

"You came here because you have something to tell me, right?"

Su Mu looked at the obviously thin Makomo and asked first, because some things will remain even if you put them off.

Are you really a ghost?

After a long silence, Makomo finally spoke.

At this moment, the girl's voice sounded very hoarse. As she spoke, she raised her head and stared at Su Mu.

"Just as you've heard from others."

Su Mu replied.

“I won’t believe what I hear from others; I only want to hear it from you.”

Makomo looked at Su Mu intently.

She didn't believe it because she hadn't seen it with her own eyes. If Su Mu answered that he wasn't a ghost, then she would believe him.

Deep down, she was also hoping that Su Mu would answer that she wasn't a ghost.

Even if it's fake, Makomo is willing to believe it's real.

"Yes, I am a ghost."

He readily admitted his identity as a demon. He could tell that Makomo probably wanted him to lie and deceive her, but there was no need for that.

The truth is right there.

Fake is fake.

No matter how much Makomo tries to deceive herself, she can't fool her own heart, and it will always remain a thorn in her heart.

Upon hearing this answer, Makomo's face turned pale instantly, and her petite figure even swayed slightly.

She really didn't want to believe the truth.

I felt as if my heart had been ripped out, a sharp, piercing pain.

I never imagined that the person I liked would be the one I hated, and I couldn't even imagine the unforgivable things they had done.

At this moment, the sky seemed to be shrouded in a gray hue, shrouded in gloom.

Makomo's life was bleak from childhood. She had no parents or relatives. Urokodaki Sakonji adopted her and brought her to Mount Sagiri. There, she met many kind and respectable senior brothers and sisters, as well as her junior brother Sabito. Her master, Urokodaki Sakonji, taught her diligently, and everyone studied hard, striving to become demon slayers and to eradicate demons. Her senior brothers and sisters took care of her like older brothers and sisters, and Sabito almost became like a younger brother to her.

For the first time, I, who had been all alone, had a home.

That period of time was the most beautiful light in her childhood.

But as the swordsmen who participated in the 'Mount Fujikasane' swordsman assessments began, senior brothers and sisters, and even Sabito, one by one packed their bags and left, leaving behind only lonely letters.

The once bustling Sakuriyama became increasingly deserted until only he and his master Urokodaki remained.

The happiness we once had is gradually lost, just like the increasingly desolate Misty Mountain.

Until Su Mu arrived with the Zao Men family.

The once quiet and deserted Xiaowu Mountain suddenly became lively. Recalling the scene when I first met Su Mu, I didn't have any special feelings. I just felt that this person was very tall, that's all.

But as they spent more time together and went to 'Mount Fujiki', the other's warmth quietly warmed him like a ray of light.