Demon Slayer: Starting with the Kingdom

"I don't understand why you're so obsessed with devouring women. Is it because you like it?"

Mitsuha finally couldn't help but ask the question.

Since the two met, Doma has been devouring all sorts of beautiful women, while Mitsuha has yet to see him devour any men.

"No, Your Excellency, it's actually because women need more nutrition than men!"

"……what?"

Chapter 113 A brother and sister are dying

"Your Holiness, think about it, girls are born with the responsibility of bearing children."

In order to provide enough nutrition for the fetus in the womb, a girl's body naturally stores more fat, which means she is more nutritious than a man, right?

"Nonsense, Knight Doma. You should study medicine more often when you have nothing else to do."

Shaking her head, Mitsuha ended the conversation and prepared to leave.

"That's about it, it'll be dawn soon, I need to go back... Oh?"

As soon as she stood up, she caught a glimpse of a house suddenly bursting into flames in the alley not far away.

"It looks like someone there needs help?"

In that deserted place, a brother and sister are dying.

They were born at the very bottom of the cannibalistic Red Street. Their mother was a prostitute suffering from an occupational disease, and their father was an unknown tourist.

In this brother and sister pair, the sister is simply referred to as "Mei," while the brother is called "Gyutaro."

Gyutaro is certainly not the older brother's real name, or rather... he never had a name of his own.

The term "prostitute" originally referred to those who solicited customers for geishas in the red-light district, while "Taro" was a common term used in poor families to refer to the eldest son in the household.

This unique combination of names perfectly reflects the life of Gyutaro.

Because his mother had syphilis, Gyutaro was born with an ugly scar on his face and was disliked by everyone, including his mother, from childhood to adulthood.

After his mother died, as the eldest son, he took advantage of his fighting skills to work as a debt collector in the red-light district to make a living in order to take care of his younger sister.

They say they're making a living, but in reality, they're just barely managing to get by.

Even the little money he earned was a reward from the brothel owners who saw that he was ruthless when collecting debts and always managed to get the money back.

Otherwise, at his age of ten, his thin and ugly appearance would be considered unlucky by anyone who looked at him for even a second.

Of course, Gyutaro himself didn't care about these disdain and insults, because as long as his beautiful sister Mei was doing well, that was enough for him.

Yes, although they were born to the same mother, Xiaomei was very fortunate to have not been affected by syphilis at all.

Moreover, Xiaomei was born with stunning beauty, and at only thirteen years old, she was already gorgeous.

Despite the vast difference between the siblings, Gyutaro did not feel jealous of his sister.

On the contrary, despite being born ugly, he regarded his naturally beautiful younger sister as his only "treasure".

When he was young, he saved Mei, who was still an infant, from her mother, who had tried to kill her because of poverty.

After his mother passed away, he single-handedly raised Xiaomei with great difficulty...

For Gyutaro, his younger sister was everything.

He would do anything to make Xiaomei happy.

That being said, Gyutaro didn't actually ask for too much.

He never even thought about wanting any wealth or luxury. He just wanted his sister to have enough to eat and wear, to live in a clean place, and to have new clothes to wear.

Unfortunately, even this simple wish came to an end tonight.

This evening, as usual, Gyutaro went out to collect debts, leaving his younger sister, Komei, alone at home.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the madam of the brothel next door, who had already received her money, hurriedly ran to inform the samurai who had been waiting for a long time, and brought him to the brother and sister's home.

It goes without saying what the samurai and the madam were up to.

Xiaomei's beauty is widely acknowledged, and there have always been many men in the red-light district who covet her looks. In the past, it was only because her fierce-tempered older brother, Jifu Taro, protected her that no one dared to come and harass her.

But there are always times when Gyutaro is not around.

Tonight, the samurai took the opportunity to come to the door.

Of course, this samurai gentleman wasn't there to propose marriage to Xiaomei.

You dirty woman born on Red Street, do you think you're worthy of my marriage?

You're just a pretty face. I'm willing to play with you, you should feel honored. You're so arrogant that you want me to marry you.

This sounds cruel and hurtful, but it's true.

This samurai was only lusting after Xiaomei's looks and had no intention of taking responsibility whatsoever.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have deliberately chosen a time when Gyutaro wasn't around to sneak over.

Although Komei was young, having grown up in a red-light district, she quickly sensed the samurai's intentions.

At first, she tried her best to stall for time until her brother returned, until the samurai, after having a couple of drinks, began to hurl insults at her brother...

In a fit of rage, she used the hairpin in her hair to blind one of the samurai's eyes.

However, the enraged samurai, together with the madam who was keeping watch outside, tied her up inside the house, and the two quickly left after setting the house on fire.

By the time Gyutaro discovered the fire and rushed home to rescue Komei, she had already been burned alive and was barely clinging to life.

But this is not the end.

The samurai and the madam, who were worried about being retaliated against by Gyutaro, did not actually leave.

The two had been quietly hiding on the street corner until Gyutaro rescued Kome from the burning house and knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly. Only then did the samurai finally rush forward and, taking advantage of Kome's unpreparedness, slash his neck with a vicious blow.

"Sir Samurai, what I said should be correct, right?"

Fine snowflakes drifted down from the night sky. In a dark alley, Mitsuha held a jet-black datura flower in her hand.

She sat with her legs crossed, smiling as she watched the one-eyed samurai across from her, who was being forced to kneel on the ground under her influence.

Meanwhile, Doma crouched down, curiously poked the Gyutsu Taro and his sister lying in a pool of blood with his index finger, and then turned around and said:

"Hey, Your Holiness, these two children seem to be dying!"

"No need to worry, Knight Doma. Within my domain, if I don't want them to die, they won't die."

Even if they really die, I can bring them back to life.

Chapter 114 We Must Be Reasonable (Bonus Chapter)

As Mitsuha spoke, she turned her gaze back to the samurai.

"Hey, Mr. Samurai, can you hear me? I'm asking you a question, why aren't you answering me?"

"Who are you?"

Trembling uncontrollably, barely suppressing the surging fear in his heart, the samurai looked up at Mitsuha in front of him and finally asked in a trembling voice.

This woman, and the white-haired, colorful-eyed man next to her.

These two people suddenly appeared and then, using some kind of sorcery, made him kneel on the ground without any resistance, unable to even stand up.

Not only that, this woman was also able to accurately recount the background of the brother and sister, his deal with the madam, and everything he had done before!

There isn't a single detail that's wrong!

It was as if she had seen it all with her own eyes!

What a joke!

How is this possible? Are these two people in front of me monsters?!

"I warn you! I am a samurai! My lord is a daimyo who rules over the territories of several neighboring countries!"

I don't care if you're monsters or anything else, if you dare hurt me, my lord... he will definitely not let you get away with it!

In a fit of extreme terror, the samurai instinctively uttered a threat.

"A samurai? Threatening me?"

Seeing his trembling appearance, Mitsuha couldn't help but laugh.

"What era are we living in? Still calling me a samurai? I used to be a daimyo. Who do you think you are?"

"you……!"

"Alright, kneel down. I didn't tell you to stand up."

With a wave of her hand, Mitsuha made the excited samurai, who was about to stand up, kneel back down. While fiddling with the datura flower in her hand, she slowly said:

"Getting back to the point, Mr. Samurai, can I assume that you are simply lusting after the young girl's beauty, and therefore want to take advantage of her brother's absence to force her to have some fun with you?"

As a result, his attempt to steal a chicken backfired, and he ended up blinding the girl in the eye. Enraged, he decided to set her on fire.

That's not enough; they even plan to wipe out her brothers as well, is that right?

Faced with Mitsuha's questioning, the samurai man simply lowered his head and remained silent.

But this wasn't because he was tough; rather, he was so terrified that he didn't know what to say.

I'll die! I'll definitely die!

This monster woman will definitely kill me!

"Please, don't pretend you're deaf, okay? I didn't say I was going to kill you."

Seeing the samurai man's appearance, Mitsuha sighed helplessly.

"I am still reasonable with humans who are not demon hunters, and I will never harm good people by mistake."

Therefore, if you can provide me with a convincing reason, sir, I guarantee you will leave safely.

"Really, really?!"

The one who responded to Mitsuha was not a samurai, but the madam beneath her.

That's right, Mitsuha wasn't sitting in a normal chair at the moment.

Beneath her, the madam was kneeling with her hands on the muddy ground covered with a thin layer of snow, using her own body as a seat for Mitsuha.

Upon hearing Mitsuha's words, the madam, who had been trembling and gritting her teeth to maintain her composure, immediately beamed with joy and eagerly shouted:

"Good girl! I... I'm a good person! I'm not like him! I've never killed anyone! Please, please let me go..."

Mitsuha slapped the madam across the face.

"You still dare to lie even when you're about to die. In the past twenty years alone, the number of girls who have been exploited to death in your brothel is so large that I can hardly count them all."

You have more lives on your hands than I do, and you still have the nerve to call yourself a good person?

"Pah! Your face is covered in putty; I wouldn't even want to get my hands dirty hitting you."

"That's not right, Your Holiness. Considering your appetite over the past two hundred years, you should still have more lives on your hands than she has."

Suddenly, Doma spoke up, correcting him in a serious tone.

To this, Mitsuha simply explained:

"Knight Doma, I've said it many times before: a demon slayer's life is nothing to me, and it shouldn't be to you either. Do you understand?"

Then, Mitsuha looked again at the samurai who was also kneeling on the ground and said:

"Sir Samurai, have you thought about how you're going to convince me? If you really have nothing to say, I might have that child take action, you know?"

Mitsuha glanced at the Gyutaro siblings lying in a pool of blood not far away.

Although the brother and sister seem to be on the verge of death, they are actually still alive and well.

Mitsuha used her Blood Demon Art to create a causal barrier, temporarily keeping their lives hanging by a thread. As long as her domain remains open, the brother and sister will never die.

She refused, and even a god couldn't snatch her from her grasp.

"Yes! I have it!"

Perhaps truly sensing the ever-approaching death, the samurai who had previously been trying to threaten Mitsuha has now finally become willing to reason with her.

He knelt forward, crawling until he reached Mitsuha's feet, looked up at her, and defended himself in a trembling voice: