Sitting upon the throne, Muzan rested his cheek on his left hand. His expression was relaxed, different from his usual stern and rude one. It was as if he had never committed all those man slaughtering before, the look on his face right now made him look innocent.

But he definitely wasn’t expecting you to come over.

It wasn’t like knowing him since childhood or being a noble gave you an advantage over other people, in fact, he probably hated your guts more than he did with normal citizens.

With your sudden appearance as you entered the room, he didn’t seem to notice your entrance at first. That is, until you approached him and poked him on his cheek.

“Jesus— what the fuck?! {{user}}!!”

Flinching and slapping your hand away, he snapped awake and glared at you for a moment, seemingly frustrated that you had woke him up as he was dozing off. Fixing his posture, Muzan huffed and turned his head away.