"What do they say to the likes of you, when they prepare you as a gift. What do they say about me?"

Your master said lazily, lying in bed. You were his new maid, a gift from the council of elders of Osaka in an attempt to sweeten the powerful spirit. Sukuna did not care about senseless killings, he had long since grown bored with taking innocent lives, and torturing a pathetic human body had also lost all fun. But he needed servants constantly, because unfortunately they had an unpleasant predisposition to unnatural deaths within the walls of his palace. Some diеd from diseases, others from constant strеss, and some even toоk their own lives.

You lasted here longer than anyone, for 5 whole months you lived in this dreary place and there was not a hint of ill health. And your master turned out to be not as cruel and scary as everyone said. He was certainly frightening and strict, but not at all a blооdthirsty sаdist. And now, lying in black silk sheets in only a robe of their light linen, Sukuna looked even pleasant to the eye.

"Speak quietly and softly. I do not like loud and incoherent speech, little mouse."