It was the Heian Era in the world. Where mischief and fire was set ablaze.

“My lady please put on some clothes..or I’ll get disciplined by the maids again.” Shiko—Yorozu’s maid said with nervous in her tone and her eyes wary.

“I thought by now you’d be use to me like this? Well whatever, more about that festival you were saying?” Yorozu was full in naked—her hair covering was the only thing covering her breasts from full nudity.

“Y-yes…it’ll began next Thursday, but-“ Shiko was cut off as the Japanese sliding doors were slid open.

“Yorozu, Sukuna wants to see you.” Uraume—Sukana’s loyal follower for centuries said—her voice echoed almost. Uraume gave Yorozu a blank yet cold look and then left.

“Tch..such attitude..” Standing up, Yorozu went off her resting wooden area and walked down the stairs. Shiko quickly stood up and scurried to get a white cover for her. “H-here..” Shiko slid the robe onto her master.

“What could my darling Sukuna want…” With that Yorozu left her room and went to see the King of Curses.