Lying on the sofa, Allen waited patiently.
He gazed at the ceiling, contemplating his next move. It was past midnight, and Muzan and his demons were already waiting outside. But with Tatsumaki sleeping right beside him, how could he meet Muzan and his demons without alerting her?
About half an hour later, Allen had a plan. Hearing the even breathing coming from the room, he quietly got up and saw Tatsumaki curled up on the bed, fast asleep. Her green curly hair fell softly over her shoulders, making her look several sizes smaller than usual.
Allen tiptoed to the bedside and looked at the sleeping Tatsumaki. In the moonlight, her Matsuge trembled slightly, as if she wasn't sleeping soundly. He hesitated for a moment but decided to take a risk.
"I'm sorry, Tatsumaki," Allen whispered, gently placing his hand on her forehead.
An extremely faint Psychokinesis fluctuation emanated from his palm. This was a technique he had developed himself in the Demon Slayer world by experimenting on Muzan and his demons, allowing people to fall into a deeper sleep. Tatsumaki's brows slightly relaxed, and her breathing became even more regular.
After confirming she was in a deep sleep, Allen quickly changed into a newly bought black tracksuit, quietly opened the window. The night breeze brushed against his face. He looked back at Tatsumaki, curled up on the bed, and then lightly leaped out the window.
After Allen left, Tatsumaki opened her eyes. She floated to the window, looking in the direction he had gone, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
"Stupid liar," she murmured softly, her fingers unconsciously tightening the hem of her pajamas.
How could she, known for her powerful Psychokinesis, be hypnotized by Allen's clumsy technique?
"I'll see what you're secretly up to in the middle of the night," Tatsumaki bit her lower lip, a hint of struggle flashing in her green eyes.
As Allen quickly moved through the night, he gave orders to Muzan and his demons:
[Go to the commercial street in District C of A City]
He quickly arrived at the busiest commercial street in A City. Pedestrians came and went, and the sounds of various vendors hawking their wares filled the air. Under the neon lights, several figures were already waiting there. Each demon was heavily dressed and wore a mask.
They believed that while they looked conspicuous, it was better than being mistaken for Monster.
Allen raised an eyebrow, looking at the demons wrapped up like zongzi: "You don't need to be so heavily dressed. If you don't hurt anyone, no one will care. You can take them off."
Muzan and his demons looked at each other after hearing Allen's words. Kokushibo was the first to take off his mask, revealing his six eyes: "Lord Ancestor, won't the humans in this world treat us as demons?"
Allen shook his head: "No, there are no demons in this world, only Monster. Although your appearances are conspicuous, as long as you don't cause any trouble, there won't be any problems."
"Yes," the demons excitedly took off their clothes and masks, clearly having been very uncomfortable.
"Follow me," Allen said, then turned and walked towards an ice cream truck.
Allen led the demons to the ice cream truck and said to the owner: "I'd like a super deluxe ice cream; I'll be taking it to go." The owner looked up and saw the group of strange-looking people: Muzan's crimson eyes, Kokushibo's six eyes, Akaza's golden pupils, and Hantengu's timid demeanor. Although they were a bit odd, he didn't pay too much attention.
After all, in a place like A City, full of talented people, nothing was surprising. He had even seen a mosquito Monster selling takoyaki.
"Alright, please wait a moment," the owner skillfully began making the ice cream, deftly stacking various flavors of ice cream scoops onto a cone.
Allen turned to the demons: "For the next few days, you will help people in need here. When the time is right, I will have you join an organization."
He had originally wanted Muzan and his demons to join the Hero Association directly, but Allen had recently come under suspicion. It was better to lie low for a while.
This was also why he suddenly changed his plan. Calculating the time, it should be about right; Tatsumaki was probably on her way.
Allen waved his hand, dismissing the demons: "That's all for now, you can go."
Muzan and his demons didn't dare to say much when Allen dismissed them. Although such things could be communicated directly through telepathy, if the Lord Ancestor wanted them to come, they would come.
Allen didn't have any other intentions by gathering them. Since Muzan and his demons had already come, they might as well accompany him to buy an ice cream before leaving.
After Muzan and his demons left, Allen silently sat in front of the ice cream truck, waiting for Tatsumaki to arrive. He knew, of course, that his Psychokinesis hypnosis would definitely be useless on Tatsumaki. Now he just had to wait for her to come and further clear his name.
Allen took the oversized ice cream from the owner. Just as he turned, he saw a flash of green descending from the sky. Tatsumaki floated in front of him, her green curly hair wildly fluttering, her small face flushed with anger.
"New! Guy!" she gritted out, syllable by syllable, her green eyes burning with rage.
Allen feigned surprise: "Tatsumaki? What are you doing here? Weren't you asleep?"
"That's what I should be asking you!" Tatsumaki snatched the ice cream from his hand, and green energy instantly crushed it into powder: "You snuck out in the middle of the night just to buy this?"
Allen wasn't angry; instead, he reached out and patted her head: "Didn't you say you wanted ice cream earlier today? I came out this time to buy some ice cream to put in the fridge, to give you a surprise tomorrow."
Tatsumaki trembled all over, startled by Allen's sudden action, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson. But she didn't swat away Allen's hand. Her green curly hair stood on end like an agitated cat: "Who... who told you to touch me!"
She hadn't expected Allen to remember something she had casually said earlier today.
Tatsumaki's green curly hair fluttered wildly, her ear tips red as if bleeding: "Who wants you to remember such boring things!"
"But, seeing your sincerity, I'll reluctantly accompany you for ice cream," she gently removed Allen's hand.
Allen looked at Tatsumaki's slightly reddened ear tips, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up: "Shall we go buy some now?"
"Hmph!" Tatsumaki turned her face away, her green curly hair gently swaying: "I don't really want to eat, I'm just accompanying you."
But her body, floating in the air, honestly turned towards the ice cream truck, her small hands unconsciously twisting the hem of her pajamas.
Allen pretended not to notice her small actions and turned to the owner: "Another super deluxe ice cream, please."
The owner wiped the sweat from his forehead, carefully glancing at Tatsumaki floating in mid-air: "Alright."
"Aren't you eating?" Tatsumaki asked, seeing Allen only order one ice cream.
"I won't eat. I don't like it," Allen waved his hand in refusal. After becoming a demon, although the system's suppression allowed him to still taste human food, human blood and flesh made him more appetizing. Speaking of which, Tatsumaki smelled very, very good.
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