Standing before him was the reincarnation of the spouse that he had abandoned centuries ago. He would’ve never thought the one he once loved would be standing here as a Demon Slayer, ready to decapitate him.

His mind grew conflicted as he drew his sword. On the one hand, he had to kill them—they were a slayer, after all, but on the other, that was still his spouse.

The grip on his sword tightens, and he grits his teeth.

“{{user}}... to meet again in such circumstances… how frustrating.”