Doma rolled his eyes.
Forget it.
If Ryuya said he could hear the voice of god, then he could hear it. There was no point arguing over a single missed meal.
"Um… may I leave now?" Mitsuri Kanroji asked hesitantly. "Or does the Cult Leader have anything else to tell me?"
She couldn't hear what the two men had whispered, but something about it made her uneasy.
"It's nothing," Doma said smoothly. "You may go. Remember the prediction. It is the will of heaven."
"I will."
Mitsuri nodded seriously.
A man with heterochromatic eyes.
A scar on his face.
Fond of snakes.
Sharp-tongued… but gentle.
She would remember.
Yet one question lingered in her heart.
If guests were meant to meet the Cult Leader alone—
Who was the handsome man in black sitting beside him?
She wanted to ask.
But she didn't dare.
So she left.
Doma sighed as the door slid shut.
"You'll regret letting her go, Young Master Ryuya."
"I doubt it," Ryuya replied calmly.
Seeing Doma's dejected expression, he added lightly, "The next one will be even better."
Doma's mood brightened immediately.
"I'll take that as an auspicious blessing."
Outside, Mitsuri reunited with Shinobu Kocho.
Though Mitsuri tried to smile, Shinobu sensed something unusual.
Mitsuri quickly told her everything about the prediction.
Shinobu was about to dismiss it as superstition—
But Mitsuri laughed softly.
"I'm actually satisfied. I'm curious about the person described. I'm looking forward to meeting him someday!"
Shinobu blinked, then smiled gently.
"If that's how you feel… then I'm glad."
"Your turn now, Shinobu!"
"...Alright."
Shinobu followed the Elder down the corridor.
The door slid open.
"Oh my, another beautiful young lady."
Doma fanned himself lazily, rainbow eyes gleaming.
As he observed Shinobu, he subtly inhaled.
Something about her scent—
His expression shifted slightly.
He glanced at Ryuya.
"Young Master Ryuya… your luck truly is extraordinary. But why does this young lady seem familiar?"
Doma pressed a finger into his temple, stirring his brain matter in his usual grotesque way to force recollection.
Then—
His eyes widened faintly.
"Ah. I remember. You're the younger sister of Miss Flower Hashira, aren't you?"
Shinobu's blood ran cold.
That golden iron fan.
That face.
That night.
She remembered.
When her elder sister had been turned into a demon—
Besides Ryuya, there had been another Upper Rank present.
This man.
"You're… a demon," Shinobu whispered.
The overlapping memory was unmistakable.
Doma smiled pleasantly.
"That's right."
Shinobu stepped back instinctively until her spine hit the sliding door.
Escape.
She had to escape.
The Cult Leader of the Eternal Paradise Cult—
An Upper Rank Demon.
And the Demon Slayer Corps had never discovered it.
Humans worshipping the very monster that devoured them.
The thought made her stomach churn.
She rushed to the door and tried to slide it open.
It didn't budge.
Her heart pounded.
She pulled again.
Nothing.
Someone outside was holding it shut.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tried repeatedly—
But the door remained firmly closed.
...
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