Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

Su Mu did not speak, but bent down, slowly picked up the knife, and gently drew it from its sheath.

The sharp blade gleamed with a cold, menacing edge.

This caused panic among Makomo at that moment.

"If you really think I deserve to die, then pick up a knife and kill me."

As he spoke, his eyes gently gazed at Makomo's panicked and helpless gaze, like that of a lamb: "If Makomo were to kill me, I would probably die without regret."

"But I feel somewhat disappointed. Perhaps Makomo will never be on my side, never consider what I've been through, and never think about me..."

"Fine, let's end it here. I accept this outcome."

"Who told me I'm a ghost?"

He sighed softly, then slowly closed his eyes, seemingly waiting for Makomo to deliver the cruel blow.

Chapter 302 What's the point of worrying about whether the gentleman is a ghost?

"Who told me I'm a ghost?"

With a soft sigh, Su Mu slowly closed his eyes, seemingly waiting for Makomo to strike him with her blade.

The room fell silent, save for the occasional crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace and the two people's distinct breathing.

Su Mu's breathing appeared very calm.

Makomo's breathing became rapid and uneasy at this moment.

The girl gripped the blade, looking at the man before her with his eyes closed, seemingly waiting for her to behead him.

At this moment, Makomo seemed completely bewildered and at a loss.

Even without Su Mu's explanation, Makomo would never have been able to bring herself to actually sever Mr. Su's head.

not to mention……

After listening to what Su Mu just said...

“Kill him. Don’t think too much about it. After all, no matter what, I did something that Makomo can’t forgive. It was indeed my mistake.”

"These mistakes are beyond my ability to make amends. Perhaps only death can end them all and serve as my way of paying for my past mistakes."

He whispered, raised his head, and exposed his neck, waiting for Makomo to strike him with her knife.

"pat..."

The knife was once again lost from Makomo's hand.

Clearly, no matter what, Makomo couldn't bring herself to sever the man's head.

even

At this moment, Makomo felt an extremely strong sense of guilt.

I just felt that I was being too cruel to my husband.

Why did you come here to question the gentleman?

Is it your fault that you became a ghost?

For so long, I seem to have never thought about what I had experienced or endured as the Ghost Queen.

Knowing full well that all ghosts in the world become bloodthirsty demons the moment they become ghosts, only the gentleman overcame everything.

With so many ghosts, why is the first one an exception?

I had never considered these things.

Like most people, she only saw the extraordinary nature of her husband, but never considered what he had gone through behind the scenes. She only saw the surface and never thought about the desperate situation she would face as a ghost queen.

Imagine the agony of someone like you, a human who has become a monster that feeds on its former kind, constantly having the urge and thought to devour its former kin.

After becoming a ghost, the gentleman probably had to suppress such thoughts every moment.

Not only do they have to deal with the desires stemming from their demonic instincts, but they also have to face the unprovoked pursuit of the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen.

As a swordsman, Makomo knows the attitude of most swordsmen towards demons. They don't consider whether demons are devouring people or whether they are different. They just think that if a demon is a demon, it should be killed.

The gentleman was subjected to such unreasonable and brutal treatment.

What a desperate scene this is.

Admittedly, Hiroshi Furukawa did not do anything wrong in hunting demons, and the master cruelly murdered Hiroshi Furukawa, but the fault does not lie with the master. The root of the fault clearly lies with Muzan Kibutsuji.

It was clearly Muzan Kibutsuji who caused the problem, so why was I so heartless as to place the blame on him?

How could I have done such a thing?

How could I do something so cruel to my husband?

Especially now, seeing her husband's disappointed and dejected look, Makomo felt so guilty and heartbroken.

"I'm...I'm sorry."

She almost instantly threw herself into Su Mu's arms, her hands tightly wrapped around the man's waist: "I'm sorry, I didn't think that much, I didn't mean to..."

At this moment, Makomo wanted to say a lot, but when it came to her lips, she didn't know what to say. At this moment, Makomo felt only guilt and heartache for everything her husband had suffered.

At this moment, she had completely let go of the fact that Hiroshi Furukawa was killed by Su Mu, and she had completely let go of the fact that Su Mu was a ghost.

So what if it's a ghost?

Is it the gentleman's fault that it's a ghost?

The root of all the mistakes lies with Muzan Kibutsuji, so why put the blame on Su Mu and make him bear all the responsibility?

Su Mu opened his eyes and looked at the girl who had thrown herself into his arms and kept saying sorry. He reached out and gently stroked the girl's head.

The girl's hair was in excellent condition; it was smooth, shiny, and had a wonderful feel.

"What does Makomo have to apologize for?"

He lowered his head, his gaze gentle, and his voice soft: "I have not blamed Makomo in the slightest, not even a little bit. This is my fault. Makomo doesn't need to do this, nor does she need to apologize to me."

"Do not……"

Makomo hurriedly shook her head: "This is not Master's fault. Becoming a demon was not Master's choice, nor was killing Hiroshi Furukawa. All the blame lies with Muzan Kibutsuji. Master has already experienced too much to get to where he is today, and has already surpassed many people..."

The girl raised her eyes, her tone filled with heartache, and her eyes, at that moment, were also full of tenderness.

At this moment, Makomo truly regretted what she had been thinking about these past few days.

Why did I suddenly become so distressed and conflicted when I found out that my husband was a ghost?

How could she blame her husband just because he was a ghost?

Just as the gentleman said, if I were on his side, how could I blame the gentleman for the mistake?

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done it when I found out that you were a ghost..."

Makomo spoke with a mix of self-reproach, regret, and even pain, but before she could finish, Su Mu had already bent down and lowered his head.

The girl's moist, glossy lips, which were just beginning to speak, were suddenly silenced by a kiss.

Makomo's eyes widened instantly, and a bright blush bloomed on the girl's pretty face.

"You don't need to apologize to me."

With just a light kiss, Su Mu released her, then looked at Makomo and said gently, "You don't need to say these things, Makomo. More than these things, what I care about is..."

As he spoke, he gazed tenderly into Makomo's eyes: "I hope Makomo can be happier every day, and not like now, carrying all the problems in her heart, causing herself pain and inner turmoil..."

“It breaks my heart to see you like this.”

As he spoke, he reached out and gently pinched Makomo's chin:

"Look how much weight you've lost in such a short time!"

Simple words of concern brought tears to Makomo's eyes.

For Makomo, such gentleness was simply too much to bear.

She even felt that she didn't deserve such gentleness at all.

Just moments ago, she was still holding a knife.

During these days, she kept distancing herself from her husband, leaving him to bear the loneliness of being neglected by his closest person alone.

She didn't even dare to think about how her husband had spent each night these past few days.

Is it also like this now, sitting quietly by the fire, watching the flickering flames, as if nothing has happened?

But what about their inner feelings?

It must be very painful inside.

Being questioned by someone close to you, being alienated by someone you love most—that feeling…

Makomo bit her lip, and tears welled up in her eyes once again.

"gentlemen……"

Her voice was muffled as she buried her face in Su Mu's chest, "Why don't you scold me?"

Why did I scold you?

Su Mu's voice remained soft, with a faint smile.

"Because I... I've been so cold to you these past few days, even to you..."

Makomo spoke softer and softer.

"Ah."

Su Mu responded, his hand still gently stroking her hair:

"and then?"

"Then... you should be angry with me!"

Makomo raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears, and looked at Su Mu. "You should be asking me why I did this to you, why I treated you like this just because I'm a ghost..."

"Instead of... instead of comforting me and apologizing to me like this..."

"It was clearly me who did something wrong, it was clearly me who hurt you..."