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"Something feels different. This is ain't the same Villain I fought before. No, something have changed... Who are you?"
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In this book, is a Reader Insert fanfic. Reader...
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Two months...
Two months had passed, the world had grown quieter.
Y/N sat beneath the shade of an old tree, the faint breeze stirring the black strands of her hair.
The passing of time had dulled none of her resolve, but the storm inside her was calmer, more quiet.
Akaza stood nearby, hands clasped loosely behind his back as he delivered his report, his tone steady, almost respectful. “Lady Muzan… the Butterfly Mansion has changed. Shinobu Kocho has been removed from her position temporary. The Demon Slayer Corps began investigating her methods after what she did to Kairi.”
Y/N’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she said nothing at first, letting the words sink into the silence around them.
Akaza continued, his gaze sharp but unwavering. “Her laboratory is sealed. Her colleagues avoid speaking of her. Rumors spread that her cruelty cost her alot. The Corps no longer seem to trusts her.”
A pause. Only the wind and distant cicadas filled the stillness.
Y/N rested her hand against the bark of the tree, her thoughts heavy yet quiet. So… even humans hold themselves accountable.
Muzan’s presence stirred faintly within her mind, simmering with quiet disdain at the news, but he did not speak. Y/N remained in control, her expression calm, unreadable.
Akaza bowed his head slightly, waiting for her response. “Do you wish for me to continue watching them, Lady Y/N?”
Her gaze lifted, meeting his.
There was a faint glimmer in her eyes, something between sorrow and anger. “Yes. Watch them. The Corps will not stop because of one fallen pillar.”
Akaza nodded firmly. “As you command.”
The branches swayed overhead, scattering light and shadow across Y/N’s face. The world had shifted, but her resolve had only deepened.
When Akaza finally disappeared into the shadows, Y/N was left alone beneath the ancient tree.
The silence pressed in, broken only by the whisper of leaves overhead and the distant hum of the night.
She tilted her head back, her gaze rising toward the silver moon that hung high above.
Its light poured down on her, soft and unyielding, washing over the figure that so many had come to fear.
