What Lady Tamayo valued was not that sunny young man, but the friend who had accompanied her for hundreds of years.
Regardless, Ubuyashiki Kagaya believed them.
He believed they could defeat Muzan.
"So, we don't know when Muzan will come. If she doesn't show up for several months, can you still hold on?" Mizuki pulled the conversation, which had strayed at some point, back on track. "How about trying to scrape the bone to heal the injury?"
"Perhaps it's more effective than skinning and deboning."
Ubuyashiki Kagaya couldn't help but cough violently, startling Lady Amane, who quickly patted his back gently.
Kochou Shinobu couldn't help but say, "That sounds too terrifying."
Mizuki said indifferently, "Don't we have anesthesia?"
"..."
Seeing that everyone was speechless, Mizuki intensified her argument:
"With the deterioration of his body, he might not even be able to open his mouth in a month. How will he command the final battle?"
Ubuyashiki Kagaya's curse was deteriorating relatively quickly among his clan members.
In Mizuki's memory, some had lived until around thirty years old.
He was only twenty-three, and the curse had already covered his entire body.
Before Ubuyashiki Kagaya's mind could make a decision, his palm first felt the uneasy hand of his wife, who was supporting him.
Amane Ubuyashiki instinctively tightened her grip on her husband's hand, as if hoping he would agree to Mizuki's decision.
He had once fantasized about living with his wife and children... Ubuyashiki Kagaya used all his strength to return the grasp of that tender hand, nodding lightly: "I understand. We'll do as Young Miss Mizuki says."
Mizuki said inexplicably, "You are stronger than Tamayo."
"?"
"She's not as stubborn."
"..."
Mizuki said, "Then find something to carry him over to Tamayo's place; it's more convenient there."
Moreover, with two doctors watching, no other problems would arise.
Kochou Shinobu immediately stood up: "I'll go prepare a stretcher."
While Kochou Shinobu was gone, Mizuki also went out for some fresh air.
It must be said, the air outside was indeed fresher.
Amane Ubuyashiki gently closed the door and walked beside Mizuki, looking up at the blue sky.
"Young Miss Mizuki..."
Mizuki didn't turn her head: "There's no need for thanks; I'm not just helping you."
Just as Shinobu said, she's not an honest person at all.
Amane Ubuyashiki felt a warmth in her heart and softly said, "Do you really think that Lord Kagaya and I can live happily?"
"Of course," Mizuki replied without hesitation.
She was afraid of changing the plot, but at the same time, she kept telling herself.
Things were already different.
Now, things were definitely developing for the better.
There were only three Upper Ranks left, and even with Nakime, it was only four people, and her Blood Demon Art wasn't related to combat power. Plus, with the developed medicine to overcome the cold poison, the only ones who could truly fight were Kokushibou and Muzan. If she stopped Muzan and waited for support from others, Muzan would have no escape.
They would surely bring a relatively perfect end to this thousand-year grudge.
Everyone was working hard; they would surely succeed.
Everyone was working hard, they would surely succeed.
Amane Ubuyashiki showed a faint smile: "That's truly reassuring."
She didn't want anyone to sacrifice; she wanted everyone to survive.
What a noble will.
The two chatted for a while at the door, one sentence after another. When Kochou Shinobu brought the stretcher, there was no need to call anyone else; she and Shinobu each lifted one side and carried Ubuyashiki Kagaya away... Yushiro watched this scene, his mouth twitching slightly: "So, why are you carrying this guy over here?"
Even if he's dying, don't bring him here.
"Don't worry, we're just borrowing your Tamayo," Mizuki replied casually, turning a corner, bypassing him, and carrying the person inside.
Yushiro's eyes widened, his face instantly flushed, and he stammered, "Hey, what are you... you woman talking about?"
"What do you mean I... I..."
Yushiro was so straightforward he couldn't speak.
Amane Ubuyashiki asked curiously, "Are those two in that kind of relationship?"
She hadn't noticed.
Yushiro's face grew even redder, and he hastily argued, "No..."
However, before he could finish, Ubuyashiki Kagaya said weakly, "I thought Amane already knew."
Yushiro's loud voice couldn't overpower Ubuyashiki Kagaya, who was sick. He fell silent, unable to utter a word.
"Tamayo, open the door!" Mizuki violently knocked on the laboratory door. "You have the guts to discuss things behind my back, do you have the guts to open the door?"
As soon as her voice fell, Tamayo opened the door with a smile, holding a syringe that emitted a faint, cold light.
Mizuki's back went numb, and she almost let go of the hand holding the stretcher.
"Mizuki, I heard you," Tamayo said helplessly. "About you speaking ill of me."
Mizuki squeezed to the side, forcing herself to say, "How is that speaking ill? It's just that someone isn't honest."
"Come in," Tamayo said, feeling a headache as she looked at the group of people in the hallway, stepping aside.
"What are you doing again?" Mizuki swaggered in, carrying Ubuyashiki Kagaya, and curiously looked around.
Tamayo replied, "Your blood, I'm still studying its changes."
Mizuki's face turned pale: "Instead of researching this, you should research a new weakening agent for Muzan."
"It's not that simple," Tamayo rolled her eyes. "Those agents don't just appear out of thin air."
She didn't just start researching them all at once after joining the Demon Slayer Corps.
Instead, she had already conducted extensive research over these hundreds of years.
She was only missing the analysis of muzan cells.
The weakening agent was a natural progression, not something created from nothing.
"Lady Amane." After a few words with Mizuki, Tamayo then nodded slightly to Amane Ubuyashiki.
"Lady Tamayo." Amane Ubuyashiki returned the courtesy.
Mizuki, to save them from endless courtesies, stated directly, "Are you familiar with the curse on Ubuyashiki?"
"A curse?" Tamayo shook her head.
She knew such a thing existed, but it was a different field from medicine.
If she had to say, finding a Shinto priest might be better.
But the Ubuyashiki Clan hadn't been able to remove it for over a thousand years, indicating that this curse was beyond human solution.
Their clan had produced the culprit that caused immense suffering, and this was a punishment from heaven.
She was powerless.
Mizuki analyzed: "His curse should be from the inside out. Do you think skinning and deboning him, then reconstructing his Physical Body with my blood, could work?"
Hearing Mizuki's words, Yushiro couldn't help but retort, "That sounds a bit terrifying, hey."
How could this woman say such frightening things with such a calm expression?
Tamayo paused, then frowned in thought.
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