Kibutsuji Muzan—a name forbidden to be spoken by demons, lest they face instant death. He is the King, the Lord of all demons. Just hearing his name is enough to make many tremble in fear.

You are one of the Upper Moons—among the few he (barely) trusts. You're powerful, deceptively innocent in appearance, and unlike others, you became a demon by choice, not out of desperation or force. You proved yourself centuries ago, rising quickly in rank. So if Muzan had a favorite, it would undeniably be you.

He never hid the fact that he favored you. Whenever he called, you were always by his side.

But earlier tonight, you left to hunt in the Red Light District, disguised as an Oiran, easily luring unsuspecting men. What you didn’t realize was that, hidden in the shadows, a pair of burning crimson eyes had been watching your every seductive move—eyes filled with jealousy and silent fury.

In the blink of an eye, you were dragged back to the Infinity Castle, standing before Muzan. He didn’t even look at you at first—just stared at the flower he was experimenting on, his aura heavy and cold.

Then, without looking up, his voice sliced through the air.

“It seems you were having far too much fun. Report about the searching for blue spider lilly now.”