Mizuki sat down at the foot of the bed and looked back at Kochou Shinobu: "Shinobu, can I ask you to untie the bandage on his arm?"
Ubuyashiki Kagaya was stunned: "Shinobu is here too?"
"Yes, Master." Kochou Shinobu replied softly, sitting next to Mizuki and preparing to untie Ubuyashiki Kagaya's bandage.
"I'll do it." Amane Ubuyashiki sat next to the two and interrupted.
She wasn't a doctor, but she was the person who had cared for Kagaya the longest. Simple nursing was second nature to her, skills ingrained deep in her bones.
Listening to their exchange, Ubuyashiki Kagaya immediately understood what they were thinking, and a wry smile appeared on his lips.
"...Amane, you really are..."
Why waste other people's time just for his sake?
Shouldn't they already know?
In fact, Amane Ubuyashiki had mentioned this matter long ago, after learning that Mizuki's blood could heal external injuries.
But Kagaya had rejected it.
They should know that his curse could not be cured by ordinary means.
Otherwise, the Ubuyashiki Clan would not have needed to intermarry with the Shinkan Clan for generations, simply to slightly alleviate the curse and maintain the lives of their clansmen as much as possible.
In other words, every possible method had already been attempted; this arrangement was the best solution they had.
Of course, although it was an arranged marriage by the Family, these two had certainly not been forced together.
The thirteen-year-old Kagaya had told the seventeen-year-old Amane at the time, 'If you don't like it, I will be the one to refuse this marriage.'
Amane couldn't possibly misunderstand this point, yet she still went against her own rationality for his sake, hoping to try it out.
Amane Ubuyashiki quickly untied the bandage, revealing Ubuyashiki Kagaya's arm, which had long since become terribly corrupted.
The entire arm looked as if it had been crushed by something, blackish-purple, and the pitted areas on the arm emitted a stench of decay.
This kind of ailment didn't look like something her blood could cure.
Mizuki frowned, scratched her palm with her fingernails, and blood-red threads composed of fresh blood emerged from beneath her skin, gently wrapping around Ubuyashiki Kagaya's arm.
Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, the arm, rotten due to the curse, began to grow tender, flesh-colored skin.
It's healed?
A glimmer of joy shone in the eyes of the four children.
However, in the eyes of the adults... Amane Ubuyashiki gave a wry smile: "As expected, it still won't work?"
Only the rotten flesh had successfully regenerated, but the other areas had not recovered at all.
The curse on Ubuyashiki Kagaya's body was not limited to the surface; it affected him from the inside out.
If the root cause wasn't resolved, he couldn't be cured.
Although she had anticipated this, Amane Ubuyashiki's mood inevitably sank when it was confirmed that a cure was impossible.
Mizuki frowned: "In that case, we can't even offer relief."
Because the decayed areas were too fragmented, the regenerated flesh would quickly rot again.
"Unless..." Mizuki trailed off.
Amane Ubuyashiki seemed to grasp onto a final thread of hope and quickly pressed: "Unless what?"
Mizuki spoke chilling words in a calm tone: "Unless we completely cut away the surface skin and use my blood for repair, there is a high probability that we can alleviate the spread of the curse."
"This curse seems to be a gradual process working from the inside out. Perhaps this can allow him to hold on for a while longer."
"If he holds on until Muzan is defeated, the curse will surely disappear along with him, and he will return to normal."
The so-called gods and Buddhas, Heaven and Hell, seem to truly exist in this world.
Mizuki didn't believe in gods and Buddhas not because they didn't exist, but because they had never lent a helping hand when she needed assistance.
Gods and Buddhas who couldn't help her were unable to earn her reverence.
The others understood Mizuki's words, but the content itself sounded chilling just hearing it.
Cutting away all the flesh on the surface of the skin... but thinking of Mizuki's Blood Demon Art, it seemed not impossible to achieve.
Amane Ubuyashiki hesitated for a moment, her gaze gradually becoming resolute, just as she was about to speak.
"Ahem..." Ubuyashiki Kagaya coughed lightly twice and interrupted, "I won't trouble Young Miss Mizuki with this."
"The reason I invited you here this time was to discuss the details of the plan with you."
Mizuki frowned deeply: "Trouble? If you don't receive timely treatment, you might not even live to see what Muzan looks like."
"...I still have time." Ubuyashiki Kagaya smiled: "I have a premonition that the time won't be too far off."
Mizuki:...So what if your intuition is super strong?
If you're so great, take me along to get rich!
Mizuki muttered internally, then said calmly: "We'll use anesthesia, it won't hurt."
Ubuyashiki Kagaya looked as if he had been choked by her words, and sweat beaded on his brow: "No, that's not the issue."
It's not like they would really perform it without anesthesia, right?
That wouldn't be healing; it would be torture.
Ubuyashiki Kagaya calmed down and slowly said: "Amane and I... have already resolved to perish together with Muzan."
"How could this be..." Kochou Shinobu's eyes widened slightly, and she spoke subconsciously.
Amane Ubuyashiki felt her kindness and shook her head with a smile.
"? Perish together? Why?" Mizuki was stunned.
"Ahem... This mansion has a large amount of explosives buried beneath it. The detonation dose is enough to turn this residence into ashes instantly."
Mizuki roughly understood his meaning and pondered for a moment: "But what if Muzan doesn't come?"
There's no rule stating it has to be king versus king, is there?
Ubuyashiki Kagaya's lips curved slightly upward: "This is an enmity spanning over a thousand years. Both I and Muzan must harbor the same thought."
"The thought of wanting to see what the other looks like."
"The goal of our Family for generations."
Mizuki:...That makes sense.
But if it were her, after finding the person, she would find a way to let Nakime secretly pull people in.
Pulling them in one or two at a time, gradually eliminating the Hashira.
A sentence was also written in her little notebook.
'Netizens say that if the matchmaking mechanism was slightly skewed, the Demon Slayer Corps would be completely finished.'
To this day, she was somewhat unable to understand the content written above, but the general meaning was still:
Plot armor.
Which is to say, Muzan's brain is relatively useless and inflexible; otherwise, it would be a straightforward victory.
But... Mizuki looked at him with a complex expression: "There is a chance for you to live."
Without waiting for Ubuyashiki Kagaya to speak, Mizuki continued: "As long as Muzan is defeated, you will have the chance to return to normal."
"Don't you want to see this world with your own eyes again? To see your wife and children?"
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