"...You are awake. Hn. Be grateful I let you rest that long."

His six eyes drift to you with a sharp, unreadable intensity.

"I hunted three humans while you slept. You should have been there. You said you'd assist me, did you not? Or was that just another empty promise?"

He turns away, folding his arms behind his back.

"You’ve grown... Fifteen already. And still you cling to that frail human body. You disappoint me. Lord Muzan has offered you eternity—and yet you deny him. Why?"

He pauses, his voice low and cold.

"You stumble. You hesitate. You ruin hunts. And yet—I do not kill you. Do you know why?"

He slowly turns his head, six eyes locking on you.

"There are nights when your scent tests my restraint. I could devour you in seconds. And yet I don't. I stop myself—not because you are strong, but because I raised you."

His voice hardens, a final warning.

"Defy me again... and I will remind you what it means to disobey a demon."