Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

Su Mu looked down at her, his gentle eyes reflecting the dim light of the fire and Makomo's tear-streaked face.

"True wild rice,"

He spoke slowly, his voice like a sigh, "Do you think I would be angry about these things?"

Makomo paused for a moment.

"I've been a ghost for a long time."

Su Mu shifted his gaze from her face to the leaping flames in the fire, his voice becoming distant and calm, "I have seen many, many things over the years."

"Some people want to kill me because I'm a demon, and I have to endure the demon's desire for human flesh every day..."

He paused: "They hate me just because I'm a ghost."

As he spoke, he shrugged slightly, a hint of helplessness in his expression:

"I'm used to all of this."

The words were spoken softly, yet they were like a dull knife, cutting into Makomo's heart again and again.

"Do not……"

Makomo wanted to say something, but Su Mu gently pressed down on her shoulder.

"So, when I learned that Makomo had discovered my identity, she only chose to distance herself from me, instead of showing hatred like the other swordsmen, and she didn't come to kill me..." Su Mu looked at her again:

"I am already very satisfied."

"At least, you're not afraid of me."

"At least, you didn't treat me like a demon that had to be eliminated."

"At least, you're still willing to come back, willing to listen to me, willing... to face me."

"For a ghost, this is already an immense luxury."

Makomo stared at him blankly, tears silently streaming down her face.

She suddenly realized that her struggles, pain, and anxieties over the past few days might not seem like anything to her husband.

Because the gentleman had experienced something ten thousand times more painful than this.

From being a human to a terrifying demon, enduring bloodlust, incurring unwarranted hatred from people, suffering unjustly...

But he still survived.

He maintained his gentle smile.

I am still willing to be kind to everyone.

How could she bear to treat a man like that... how could she bear to treat him that way?

“Sir…” Makomo reached out and gently stroked Su Mu’s cheek, her fingertips touching his slightly cool skin. “Sir, I promise…”

"From now on, I will never do that again."

"I will never let you bear those things alone again."

"I will stay by your side."

"I want to stay by my husband's side."

The fire crackled and popped, casting an orange-red glow on the two of them.

Su Mu looked at Makomo's serious little face, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly smiled.

"it is good."

He said softly, reaching out to gently stroke Makomo's nose, his tone becoming more relaxed: "But there's a condition."

"What are the prerequisites?"

"You can't lose any more weight."

Su Mu said softly.

Makomo's delicate eyelashes were veiled in an even deeper mist.

"Look at you, your chin has become so thin."

Makoto stared blankly at the man.

Su Mu stood up at that moment and walked towards the kitchen. "You probably haven't eaten yet. I'll make you something to eat."

Makomo silently watched the man's retreating figure.

"gentlemen!"

Makomo called out to the departing figure.

"Ok?"

Su Mu turned around and looked at the girl.

"Add an extra chicken leg to the noodles!"

The girl stopped crying and started laughing.

"it is good."

Su Mu replied.

…………

After Su Mu left.

Makomo sat back down by the fire, hugged her knees, and watched the flickering flames, a smile unconsciously curving her lips.

The night wind howled past the window, rustling the branches.

But inside the house, it was very warm.

very warm.

What's the big deal about the fact that the gentleman is a ghost?

Chapter 303 Let Makomo stay here tonight.

Today's meal was cooked by Su Mu. Actually, Nezuko is not very willing to let her husband do these things. She always feels that kitchen work and preparing three meals a day are her responsibility.

But Sumu insisted, so Nezuko had no choice but to agree.

Of course, Nezuko didn't leave Su Mu to do all the work alone; she helped prepare the ingredients and also helped start the fire.

In this place, it's rare to see men cooking. There's a common understanding that men are always responsible for external affairs, such as farming, chopping wood, and socializing, while the household chores are left to women.

The figures busy around the stove are almost always women.

Nezuko grew up in such an environment and was already used to it.

At least, in Nezuko's memory, her father, Tanjuro Kamado, rarely seemed to enter the kitchen. Although her father and mother always got along well, supporting each other to support their large family with many children, they each fulfilled their roles and cooperated well, but something was missing... Nezuko couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she just felt that the way she was with her husband was different from how her parents got along.

In several conversations with her mother, her mother always told her, "Nezuko, you married the right person. You must cherish him. Don't take his love for granted. Men are human too; they get tired and need to be cared for."

When my mother said these words, there was a complex look in her eyes.

Nezuko caught a glimpse of envy in her mother's eyes several times.

The kind of relationship she and her husband shared was something her mother probably never experienced.

As Nezuko added firewood to the stove, she looked up at her husband, who was busy chopping vegetables.

Su Mu had his head down, and his profile looked particularly soft in the dim light of the stove fire.

The firelight flickered, casting a warm glow on his silhouette.

Nezuko felt her heart beat slightly faster.

This feeling of her heart pounding was not unfamiliar to her.

Although I spend every day with my husband and have long been used to his presence, I still can't seem to fully accept it.

Sometimes, in an unexpected moment, like now, looking at her husband's profile as he focuses on something, her heart still feels a gentle jolt, as if something has lightly bumped into it.

In Nezuko's mind, her teacher was almost entirely virtuous.

They are incredibly powerful and never back down, no matter how ferocious the ghost.

He is tall and imposing, and having him by your side makes you feel safe and secure.

She is good-looking, with well-proportioned and pleasing features, and you can never get tired of looking at her.

He could always share some truths and experiences that she had never heard before, making her feel that she had broadened her horizons as well.

She also knows how to cook, and her skills are actually quite good.

Sometimes, Nezuko would feel a sense of unreality, thinking that her husband was too perfect, so perfect that she would occasionally wonder if such a person could really belong to her.

If we're talking about drawbacks, there are also some annoyances.

In Nezuko's opinion, the teacher's biggest flaw is that he is too easy to attract other girls, such as Makomo who came today.

Previously, after the man's identity as a ghost was discovered, the girl who had been very close to him suddenly distanced herself from him.

Nezuko saw all this and felt a mix of emotions.

On one hand, she understood Makomo's fear and hesitation, after all, the presence of demons in this place meant too many bad things.

On the other hand, she couldn't help but feel that such affection was a bit too fragile.

Of course, he was also happy, because Mr. Happy was one less girl he was flirting with.

However, today, the gentleman and Makomo talked alone for a long time, and it seems that they have made up.

Nezuko didn't ask them what they talked about, but she could vaguely guess that they would reconcile.

However, the thought of potentially sharing her husband with Makomo in the future made the young girl unconsciously bite her lower lip with her white teeth, her cheeks puffed out, making her look like a little hamster guarding its food.

She wasn't without selfish motives.

She also wanted to "hold her husband firmly," just as her mother had suggested.

But some things can't be grasped just by trying to catch them.

The pot on the stove was heated up, and the oil slid into the bottom of the pot, making a "sizzling" sound.