Renascence (M.K)

二十九

He let it hidden and swallowed back the grouse erupting in his chest. Despite of the fact he was tremendously disappointed, Muzan sees rebuking a stubborn woman like y/n is just a waste of time and effort.

He have thought, how many times should a foolish person be persuade if she, herself is mulish enough to accept the other people's opinion.

If he display too much concern towards her that will only taint his pride. He has a reputation he doesn't want to damage for he is an indomitable demon and a potent one. He believes, he must not misspend his precious time to an ignorant woman who knows nothing but to entice danger.

There are mass of things he shall focused himself instead. Afterall he is a very hectic man.

Converging all his attention on how he should swiftly eliminate the persisting existence of the hashiras; who solely did nothing but to infest and beleaguer his planned mission, is the must priority.

Muzan, himself cannot determine where will he place y/n in his life. If this woman is even important or just another distraction that will be the cause of his fall.

Human connection was always a weakness into his eyes and Y/N is like a white ant that plague and eats the strong foundation of his being until he is all remnants of rubbish.

He have discerned. If he continue to have her along his company, she will only be an open spot of vulnerability that foes can assail.

He began to think y/n is an impediment that should be given a good riddance before it could wrecked him entirely, but there was something - an odd feeling - that was stopping him from doing that planned disposal.

That irksome feeling is still a mystery he was in pursuit to discover.

He impassively stole a glance at her and walked up to stand beside her. There was an existing tension that lies between them. After a brief argument they both had back from the human infested thoroughfare, the two of them did not dare speaking another word from each other.

Y/n remained silent and giving reserve gestured response towards Muzan.

For a moment, she stand like a ramrod infront of the closed shoji door. The surge of adrenaline and anxiety was filling her mind whilst her thoughts were in great hesitation.

She gulp her breath and slowly lifted up her hand to knock on the door but she downright stop and turn her head to look at the apathetic Muzan.

The other man crossed his hand on his chest. A stern look was still present on his handsome face with his red eyes unfalteringly sharp and piercing as always.

"What are you waiting? Isn't this what you desire?" A distinctive impudence was pervade into his cold voice as he look down at y/n with a face full of disapproval.

Y/n decided to ignore the brash comment of Muzan and move her gaze again to the enclosed first entrance door of the okiya house.

She balled her hands into a fist and knock it repeatedly to the wooden shoji door.

They waited for a response inside and immediately, y/n retracted her hand away.

"You know, you don't have to escort me until here." She softy told him.

"I have already became a complete bother. I will be safe here, you.. you can go now if you want Muzan-sama." She says with such concern but Muzan seemed to be not minding what the woman have uttered and instead he nonchalantly resume to cross his arms through his broad taut chest, showing his grimace.

The supreme demon have deliberately contemplated, whatever y/n wanted to do with her life should be out of his involvement. He decided to give her own freewill and see if this present Taisho era is still manageable for her own survival.