"Ehehe~ you missed, stinky woman~"
Raising his hand at light speed, steadily catching the wine glass Mitsuba threw without spilling a single drop of red wine, Akaza's face immediately showed the same evil smile as Mitsuba's.
"Who was that girl just now, what's your relationship with her? I think she should be a Demon Slayer. Why are you so indulgent with her, stinky woman?
Speaking of which, I feel she looks quite similar to that colleague of mine at school. Could those two be sisters..."
Stepping forward in a single bound, Akaza pushed up his glasses and asked curiously, his face full of desire for gossip.
He was indeed very curious.
After all, in the past three hundred plus years, Akaza had never seen this stinky woman be so... indulgent? with any human.
Not only could she chat with her for so long, allow her to hug and embrace her, but even repeatedly tolerate her willfulness without getting angry at all?
Truly incredible, incredible...
Like suddenly discovering another side of his originally ill-tempered "mother," Akaza was currently filled with curiosity.
This melon, he must eat it!
Unfortunately, Mitsuba didn't give him this opportunity at all.
"Children shouldn't ask so many questions. Where's Enmu, where did you hide him?"
Raising her hand to push away Akaza's face leaning close, Mitsuba immediately asked.
"Oh, he's in that room next door. Go see for yourself, stinky woman.
Remember not to dirty the floor too much, it's troublesome for the cleaning auntie to mop up."
The smile on his face gradually disappearing, Mitsuba turned around and walked straight toward the room Akaza pointed to.
Raising her hand to open the door, in the quiet room isolated from the dance hall's music, a slender man with black hair was kneeling with his knees together.
The moment he saw Mitsuba push open the door, the man hurriedly looked up, an expression of delight instantly appearing on his face.
Without a doubt, this person was precisely Enmu, Lower Rank Two, who had been chased by Kanae and fled all the way here.
"M-my lord..."
"Shut up."
Her eyes blood-red, Mitsuba stepped forward and twisted Enmu's head right off his neck.
"You little thing, you have quite the nerve."
Completely ignoring the blood spraying everywhere in the room, Mitsuba grabbed his hair and lifted up his head, speaking word by word with an icy tone:
"I previously warned you all repeatedly that you are absolutely forbidden from casually harming people in the city district. Even if you truly have need, you can only choose those who won't attract attention to target.
Why, are there always people breaking the rules I set?
Why, can you not even execute such simple commands properly?
I just can't understand, what exactly is in that brain of yours? Air?
Breaking rules is one thing, but having no ability to clean up your own mess, you actually dared to lead those Demon Slayers here?
You little thing with sky-high courage, may I interpret this to mean that in your heart, compared to me, you actually fear those Demon Slayers more?"
The skull instantly crushed, fingertips piercing into the brain, feeling this intense pain penetrating deep into the marrow of his brain, being stared at dead-on by those blood-red eyes before him, Enmu deeply realized that his death was imminent.
Next, if he said even one wrong word, this Upper Rank One before him would absolutely thoroughly erase and devour him.
This was certain.
Although that lord prohibited demons from casually devouring each other, at the same time, that lord had also transferred the management authority of the Twelve Kizuki to this Upper Rank One.
She was the exception; she had the right to arbitrarily decide his life and death.
Thus, Enmu very decisively chose... to grovel.
"No! Lord Upper Rank One! Your subordinate has never thought this way!"
The headless body still spurting blood from the neck immediately knelt before Mitsuba's feet, and Enmu's head being held in Mitsuba's hand hurriedly spoke:
"Your subordinate has never for a single moment questioned your authority!
This matter this time was your subordinate's rashness! Your subordinate arbitrarily thought that with Tokyo having so many humans, even if a few occasionally went missing, those Demon Slayers wouldn't care!
Sorry! It's all your subordinate's fault! It's your subordinate's incompetence! It's your subordinate who has caused trouble for you, my lord!
Lord Upper Rank One! As the foremost of us Twelve Kizuki, for hundreds of years you have not only deeply enjoyed that lord's trust, but also possess strength far surpassing ours!
Whether in power, wisdom, or beauty, you are the greatest your subordinate has seen in this life! Your subordinate has never had any intention of looking down upon you, my lord!
Your subordinate firmly believes that with your strength, absolutely no Demon Slayer in this world could challenge your greatness!
Therefore, therefore your subordinate dared to flee here to beg for your lordship's protection!
It's all your subordinate's fault! Lord Upper Rank One, your subordinate is willing to accept any punishment! Only begging my lord to forgive your subordinate this once!"
Listening to this ultimate groveling and admitting of wrongs from Enmu's mouth, Mitsuba was slightly stunned.
She blinked her eyes. After a long while, she finally came back to her senses, shook her head, and suddenly laughed.
"Little thing, I must admit, a Lower Rank demon like you who doesn't think of shirking responsibility but instead actively admits fault—this is indeed the first one in over two hundred years..."
Casually tossing his head back, Mitsuba waved her hand:
"Alright, get out. Your identity has already been exposed. Since those Demon Slayers didn't catch you tonight, they will definitely conduct more thorough searches in the city district afterward.
Your Blood Demon Art is too conspicuous, and I have no interest in protecting you all day. Leave Tokyo immediately now, go find some quiet rural place to stay, understand?
As for matters here, you don't need to worry. If there truly is any accident, I'll conveniently help you handle it, just this once..."
"Yes! Your subordinate understands! Thank you, my lord!"
Raising his hand to reattach his own head, Enmu hurriedly crawled up to leave.
He had indeed gambled correctly.
Although he had caused big trouble in Tokyo city district this time, even drawing the Demon Slayers' Hashira here.
When Mitsuba didn't kill him the moment she entered the room, Enmu knew that he definitely still had a chance to survive tonight.
Then, what exactly did he need to do to truly survive?
This was actually very simple.
Standing from this Upper Rank One's perspective, she certainly wouldn't fear those Demon Slayers she could casually kill.
What she was truly angered by was that he had privately broken the rules and caused trouble.
Therefore, he absolutely could not make excuses, nor could he try to shirk responsibility.
If you did something wrong, admit it. If your ability was insufficient, admit that too. Kowtow when you should kowtow, flatter when you should flatter...
In short, one sentence: attitude must be proper!
Because with this Upper Rank One's strength, many times, she actually only needed your attitude.
After all, among all Lower Rank demons, the only one this Upper Rank One truly cared about was that Ubume.
All other Lower Rank demons were, to her, replaceable at any time, dispensable.
Therefore, as long as you properly set your attitude, then everything was negotiable.
This was Enmu's... Twelve Kizuki Workplace Survival Guide!