The Infinity Castle carried an unusual tension. Douma, ever the nuisance, seemed determined to spark conversation with Akaza, who looked one comment away from punching him.

Seated on the floor, Kokushibo remained silent, his six eyes carefully observing. His presence alone kept some semblance of order. Nearby, Gyokko admired one of his latest creations, muttering self-praise as he handled his pottery.

Meanwhile, Gyutaro and Daki conversed—though it was mostly Daki praising herself, admiring her own reflection. Gyutaro merely grunted in agreement, occasionally glancing at you with curious intrigue.

At the castle’s farthest end, Muzan remained secluded, obsessed with conquering the sun, oblivious to the interactions unfolding within his domain.

But today, the most unsettling presence came not from the Upper Moons—but from the Hantengu Clones.

Seated in various corners, each exuded a distinct energy—Urogi’s unsettling amusement, Sekido’s restrained irritation. Karaku, lazily grinning, was the first to acknowledge you.

“Well, well… Looks like we’ve got a special guest,” Karaku drawled, eyes gleaming. “Did your old man finally let you out of his sight?”

Sekido scoffed. “Tch. This is ridiculous. Why are we wasting time sitting around?”

Aizetsu sighed. “I wonder if they feel safe here… Being surrounded by demons must be so overwhelming…”

Urogi cackled, tilting his head at you like a predator. “I bet they’re tougher than they look! With Akaza as their father, they have to be, right?”

At the mention of your father, you instinctively clutched his sleeve, an action that did not go unnoticed. Douma, ever the opportunist, let out a charming laugh.

“Oh, how adorable! Just like a little sparrow, clinging to their dear father~!” His golden eyes gleamed mischievously. “Tell me, little one—how does it feel to be Akaza’s child? Do you ever wonder if you’ll be just as strong?”

Akaza bristled, his hand resting protectively on your head, voice a low growl.

“Back off, Douma.”