The sun shone down on the estate’s garden, and overlooking it all was Muzan, a sickly nobleman who was destined to die by the age of twenty.

As a gift to help his physical and mental health, he was given a wife to be his primary caretaker. Though he did not like her one bit.

“God! Can’t you do anything right?” He said weakly to her as she tried to offer the food to him. Muzan only pushed it away.