Demon Slayer: Starting with the Kingdom

The female doctor was the owner of this butterfly clinic, and her name was Butterfly Violet, Violet as in three-leaf violet.

Her parents died early, and she has no other siblings.

Like Mitsuba, Violet is also an "outsider" in the town, except that she has been in the town for much longer than Mitsuba.

I heard that ten years ago, when she was only sixteen years old, she came here alone, carrying a medicine basket.

Two years later, he successfully opened his own clinic in the small town thanks to his superb medical skills.

A remarkably talented and hardworking woman, she and her grandmother were practically identical...

"Why did you come so early today? Didn't I tell you to try not to go out during the day?"

Especially now, with such a strong sun, Mitsuha, your skin won't be able to take it..."

With a playful scolding tone, Violet quickly examined Mitsuha's exposed skin, and after confirming that everything was alright, she looked up again, staring directly into Mitsuha's eyes, her tone seemingly reproachful:

"Mitsuba, I've told you many times that the disease you have is very special."

For a normal person, sunbathing for a while is fine, but if you sunbathe for too long, it can really cause serious problems, understand?

"Yes, yes, I know. Little Butterfly, don't be too nervous. Look, I came here with an umbrella, didn't I?"

Faced with the concerned reproach of the butterfly doctor, Mitsuha simply smiled and twirled in front of her while holding her umbrella.

Everyone in town knows that Master Sanye of the Centenarian Dojo and Doctor Butterfly of the Butterfly Clinic are good friends.

Whenever he had time in the evening, Master Sanye would come to the clinic to help Doctor Butterfly manage the shop; the two had an extraordinary relationship.

But only Mitsuha knew that the butterfly violet in front of her was the descendant of her only friend from her human days—the butterfly.

Mitsuha wouldn't mistake it.

This is not only because they share the same surname, nor only because the butterfly in front of them is also wearing the butterfly hairpin that she herself gave away back then.

More importantly, five years ago, the moment Mitsuha saw this butterfly in front of her in this small town, she had already confirmed it herself with her Transparent World.

That's right, the butterfly in front of her has the same bloodline as the butterfly in her memory.

I can't believe how much you've grown all these years...

Smiling as she watched the butterfly in front of her still chattering and blaming her, Mitsuha unconsciously sighed inwardly.

Yes, this encounter in the small town was not the first time Mitsuha had seen Violet.

Perhaps the little butterfly no longer remembers, but about twenty years ago, Mitsuha did indeed catch a glimpse of her from afar when she was still very young.

At the funeral of the first butterfly, Mitsuha saw the violet butterfly for the first time, and it was also the last time she saw a butterfly.

This child in front of me must have long forgotten her by now...

Hmm, it's a somewhat sad memory; I'd better not think about it.

Forcibly bringing her wandering thoughts back, Mitsuha looked at the violet in front of her again and said with a smile:

"Little Butterfly, please prepare some medicine for me to treat sprains and bruises. A child is injured."

"Ah good."

Her words of reproach abruptly stopped. Butterfly Violet nodded and turned to get the medicine from the cabinet.

"Oh, by the way, please also give me some of the medicine you usually give to Mr. Keizou's daughter. I'll take it with me to Mr. Keizou."

Suddenly remembering this, Mitsuha added.

Since we're already here, it wouldn't hurt to do Qingzang a small favor on the side.

With her back to her, Butterfly Violet, who was fetching medicine, couldn't help but shake her head and sigh:

"Mitsuba, if you're always so helpful, you're likely to get taken advantage of, aren't you?"

As a friend of many years, she knew perfectly well that Mitsuha would never make Keizo pay for the two doses of medicine.

"What does it matter~"

Standing on tiptoe, Mitsuha rudely sat on a corner of the clinic counter, spreading her hands and saying:

"I only help pay for a couple of doses of medicine occasionally; it's not like it's anything very precious, so it's no problem at all~"

"But I clearly remember that your monthly salary wasn't high, Mitsuha. Or did that centenarian finally take pity on you and increase your salary?"

"No, not at all. It's just that I rarely need money, so I've somehow accumulated a lot..."

As she spoke, Mitsuha's gaze suddenly fell upon the stack of books on the counter next to her.

The top two items are two medical books explaining the human body's meridians and acupuncture techniques.

Beneath these two medical books, there was also a book called something like "Cultivation Records of a Flower".

Because it was obscured, Mitsuha couldn't fully see the book's title.

But it doesn't seem like a typical medical book.

Is it a book that teaches people how to grow flowers?

The little butterfly actually reads this kind of book?

Curious, Mitsuha instinctively reached out to pull the book out and take a look.

"Okay~ Here you go."

Just then, Violet quickly prepared the medicine and handed the two medicine packets to Mitsuha with a smile. Coincidentally, her body blocked Mitsuha's hand from reaching for the book.

"The one on the left is for Mr. Keizo's daughter, and the one on the right is for treating sprains and bruises. You know how to use Mitsuba, so you can't get it wrong, okay?"

"Yes, yes, thank you, Dr. Butterfly!"

Completely unaware of anything amiss, Mitsuha smiled as she took the medicine packet, casually tossed her purse to Violet, then jumped off the counter, opened her umbrella, and dashed out of the clinic.

"Then I'll be going now~ Keep the change, Mr. Keizou can just deduct it from the account next time he comes to buy medicine!"

"Okay, kind-hearted Mitsuha-sensei~ Be careful not to get sunburned on the way~"

Watching Mitsuha gradually disappear into the distance until her figure was completely out of sight, Violet finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Phew, that was close... I almost got caught..."

Putting down the purse in her hand, Violet turned around and reached out to pull out the book that Mitsuha had been curious about.

The book's name is—

Blue Spider Lily Cultivation Record

"It would be better to be more careful next time..."

Chapter 66 Little Clover is truly gifted...

"That's how it is. The boy named Komaji has now been taken to Mr. Keizo's dojo."

"The Su-ryu Dojo, which hasn't had a single disciple for so many years, has finally welcomed its first disciple. What a joyous occasion!"

"Haha, Little San Ye is still so good at mocking others..."

As evening approached, darkness fell.

Mitsuha, who had just returned from delivering medicine to the Suryu Dojo, was sitting at a stone table in the dojo's courtyard with the centenarian, chatting idly.

Hearing the chuckled teasing of the centenarian beside her, Mitsuha immediately felt annoyed and retorted:

"What are you saying, old man? I'm sincerely congratulating Mr. Qingzang, understand?"

"To be able to offer such a polite and earnest blessing that sounds almost sarcastic, I have to admit, Little Misaka, you are truly gifted..."

"Of course, the neighbors in town really like that about you too..."

As he picked up his teacup and took a sip, the centenarian suddenly smiled and said:

"Speaking of which, yesterday a man who lives in the north of the town came to me to propose marriage to you, Xiao Sanye, on behalf of his son."

"That young man seems pretty good; he's reliable and honest. What do you think, Xiao Sanye, would you like to consider him?"

Upon hearing his words, Mitsuha's eyes widened, and she almost stood up from the stone bench.

"No! Old man, why are they coming to you about my marriage? We agreed not to interfere with each other, so I'm warning you, don't just give me any approvals..."

"See you tomorrow, Mitsuha-nee!"

Suddenly, I heard children's voices behind me.

After a busy day, parents arrived one after another at the temple to pick up their children and take them home.

"Okay, see you tomorrow. Hurry home and don't cause any trouble on the way."

Turning around, Mitsuha responded just as warmly to the children who had bid her a heartfelt farewell before leaving, and also gave them a few words of advice.

Among them, only one little thing's voice sounded a little out of place.

"Miha-nee! Please marry me!"

"You brat, you're saying things like that again! Get your ass home right now!"

A black line appeared on Mitsuha's forehead, and she shook her head with a wry smile.

"What a precocious child..."

"Little clover has always been very popular with children..."

Beside him, the centenarian, holding a teacup, quietly watched this scene, chuckling happily:

"Everyone in this town, adults and children alike, has been receiving your help over the past few years..."

"I just don't want to hear those words from you, old man."

Her smile faded, and Mitsuha shifted her gaze to the old man beside her, saying earnestly:

"You were the one who negotiated with the Enforcer's Office regarding Komaji's matter during the day, weren't you?"

At noon, the people that Komaji attacked on the street were all wealthy and even somewhat powerful figures in this small town.

Mitsuha was still worried all afternoon that these people would ask the magistrate to cause trouble at the Soryu Dojo in Keizo.

She even spent an entire afternoon at the Suryu Dojo, waiting to help Keizo deal with this matter.

It wasn't until evening, when no one came, that she gradually realized that someone must have been preventing all of this from happening.

In this town, the only person with sufficient experience and ability to step forward and take charge of this matter immediately is the centenarian in front of her.

As the oldest person in this small town, no one in the town knows when the centenarian came to the town.

In everyone's shared memory, the centenarian had been here since they were old enough to remember things.

His long lifespan allowed the centenarian to accumulate a wealth of experience and a high level of seniority and experience in this small town.

Everyone in the town treated him with utmost respect. Even the officials of the local government would ask this "living Buddha" to intervene and uphold justice when mediating some thorny and complicated civil disputes.

It's obvious that the reason Komaji beat up several important figures on the street without being held accountable was because the old man in front of him intervened and mediated the situation.

When Mitsuha asked him, the centenarian simply took a sip of tea and smiled gently.

"I'm just like you, Mitsuha, occasionally helping out the people in town..."

"Really, at such an old age, they still go out and cause trouble. Aren't they afraid of suddenly dying one day?"

Having gotten the answer she wanted, Mitsuha shook her head helplessly.

To be honest, Mitsuha didn't really know how much longer the centenarian could live.

Although she could use her Blood Demon Arts to observe, she did not.

Or rather, Mitsuha used to do this often, but now she doesn't want to anymore.

Over the past few decades, while living in other places under different identities, Mitsuha has particularly enjoyed using her Blood Demon Art to observe the fates of those around her.

They even occasionally try to help them change their original fate.

This is especially true for those humans who are close to her.

At first, Mitsuha was able to derive a lot of enjoyment from it.

But she soon grew tired of it.

After all, in her view, the beauty of life lies in the unknown.

If the ending is known from the beginning, and everything about the future is known, then this journey called life will become utterly devoid of joy.

After realizing this, Mitsuha stopped using her Blood Demon Art to casually observe others.