Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

My heart feels completely empty.

"Mr. I really want you to open your eyes!"

The girl reached out her hand, towards the coffin, and touched the large hands inside.

It's very cold and icy.

Just like my feelings right now.

Hina Ubuyashiki knew that she shouldn't touch her husband at this moment, and shouldn't disturb him.

But she couldn't help it.

I want to hold his hand.

I want to see his gentle smile.

I also want to lie in this coffin with him.

Why must I die?

Why do I have to die?!

"You are the most powerful swordsman."

"Aren't you the most perfect ghost?"

"Why did they die like this?!"

Her small hand held the large, cold hand. Hina Ubuyashiki's lips trembled slightly. She had so much to say, but couldn't say anything. She could only keep shouting in her heart.

She had high hopes for their future together.

Looking forward to being with each other...

I dream of a wonderful future together.

All that was beautiful ended with a swordsman named Yuko Nishimura bringing an end to the future.

"Why are you so useless! To be killed by a mere swordsman, you are supposed to be the most perfect demon!"

"Sir, you're such a... bastard! How can you be so useless!"

The girl buried her head in her husband's arms, and could hear her own sobbing. She longed to hear the sound of his heart beating.

But it didn't.

Perhaps the only solace, or rather, the illusion, is the warmth she can still feel in her husband's arms.

Chapter 317: The Era of Demons Has Ended

Su Mu's funeral did not end with a traditional burial, but rather with cremation, as he had requested during his lifetime.

According to the gentleman, ghosts are inherently dark creatures, and when they die, they take all the darkness with them, leaving no trace behind.

On the day of the cremation, a thick fog rose over Mount Sagiri, and many people came to pay their respects.

On a high platform piled with timber, a man lay quietly, surrounded by many bouquets of flowers.

Even those who hate demons the most would probably let go upon seeing this scene. Moreover, Su Mu is not one of those cruel demons. He has made many contributions to the Demon Slayer Corps, taught many people, and it was under his leadership that the demons were finally destroyed.

For any swordsman in the Demon Slayer Corps, he is the most respected senior.

More and more people gathered around.

Looking at the ghost lying on the high platform.

A wind suddenly rose, dispersing the mist in the narrow fog, and the warm sunlight, now unobstructed, fell upon everyone, including the man lying on the high platform.

At that moment, in everyone's hearts, the person lying on it seemed to rise into light.

Some people die and are despised, and people even want to spit on their corpses.

Some people die silently, unnoticed and forgotten.

Some people's deaths will be remembered in the hearts of the people.

Remembered by time.

Some will remember that in those dark years, in those years ravaged by evil spirits, in those years when countless lives and happiness were destroyed by ghosts, a ghost rose up.

Unlike other ghosts who rely on their own strength, forget their former human identity, feed on humans, and wantonly destroy human happiness, he did not.

This demon suppressed its demonic desires, broke free from Muzan Kibutsuji's control, and always remembered its bottom line as a human. Together with the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps, it stood on the side of the oppressed, and together with humans and the Demon Slayer Corps, it resisted Muzan Kibutsuji.

It was under his leadership that Muzan Kibutsuji was killed, and the root of evil was eradicated.

But he

But he fell as dawn broke and warmth enveloped the world.

He was betrayed by the swordsman who had once fought alongside him.

This is the only humiliation suffered by the Demon Slayer Corps.

It is also the Demon Slayer Corps' only pain.

…………

The wind dispersed the mist that shrouded Mount Sagiri, and as people looked at the gentleman lying on the high platform, about to be cremated, their eyes welled up with tears.

Those unaware that Mr. is a demon will only feel heartbroken and grief-stricken, and even more angry at Nishimura Yuko for doing all this.

And those swordsmen who knew that the master was a demon.

At this moment, look at the ghost lying there quietly.

At this point, it's no longer possible to truly regard it as a ghost.

When the torches ignite the platform, they set the wreaths, wood, paper, and other items ablaze.

Flames rose high, radiating intense heat, and in the sunlight, everyone saw the man's body gradually melting in the flames.

The wind grew stronger as the flames rose.

The crackling sound of the burning wood grew louder and louder.

But those standing on Mount Sagiri are very quiet.

After a long silence, soft sobbing began, followed by louder and louder crying.

"That's unfair..."

As Kanroji Mitsuri watched her master gradually disappear in the flames, she cried so hard she almost collapsed to the ground. She still remembered how gentle he was when she first met him, and her heart pounded wildly.

She thought that this was probably the purpose she sought in joining the Demon Slayer Corps. It was shameful to admit, but she didn't join the Demon Slayer Corps for the same lofty ideals as other swordsmen. She didn't join the Demon Slayer Corps to protect humans or to eliminate evil spirits. She just wanted to find an ideal husband, someone who wouldn't mind that she ate a lot or that she was strong, someone stronger and more capable than her who could protect her.

That day, when I arrived at Mount Sagiri and met him for the first time, my heart was pounding, and I felt as if I had found the one I had been searching for.

Later, when they ate together, he made sure I ate well and didn't go hungry. It was only then that I realized this charming gentleman didn't mind my large appetite or my strength.

Moreover, he is really amazing.

Kanroji Mitsuri felt that she had found him, that she had found her future husband.

She found it, but the beautiful future she envisioned ended before it even began.

It ended abruptly.

My heart was pounding violently at that moment, not as fast as it usually does when I see something beautiful, but a painful throbbing pain; with each beat, my heart would throb with pain.

The flames grew larger and larger.

The ghost lying on the high platform also vanished in the flames.

The flames lasted for a long time.

Everyone stayed in the same spot; no one left.

I don't know how much time passed.

The burning flames disappeared.

The ghost lying on the high platform also vanished in the flames.

The wind blew, scattering the burning ashes.

The platform was empty.

People's hearts are also empty.

…………

Ubuyashiki Hina stood below the platform, not moving an inch. From the moment the flames rose to the moment they landed on her master, everything... was slowly dissipating.

He instinctively covered his head with his hands.

A wave of dizziness.

She looked at the empty platform; everything had vanished.

The sunlight was so bright that Hina Ubuyashiki felt dizzy, and in her dazed state, she seemed to see her husband's figure standing up again.

I stood up in the dazzling sunlight.

The sky was so clear and bright at that moment.

The wind on Mount Sagiri was so warm and gentle at that moment.

He gently stroked her cheek.

She saw her husband standing quietly on the high platform, looking at her.

The wind blew up the smoke, dispersing the faint mist, and everything vanished before Hina Ubuyashiki's wide eyes.

Hina Ubuyashiki reached out, trying to grab the figure in her eyes, but grasped nothing.

A gentle breeze brushes against my palm; I can clearly feel the wind's touch, yet I can never grasp it.

When the wind is about to leave.

It seems impossible to keep them.

But Hina Ubuyashiki always felt that her husband had not left, had not disappeared, that he was still in this world, and this feeling was so real in her heart.

Seeing her daughter's condition, Ubuyashiki Amane hugged her daughter with a heavy heart.