Under the moonlight, Kibutsuji Muzan was heartbreakingly magnificent.
She stroked the baby in her belly, her slit pupils like red cat's-eye gems.
In a voice that sounded otherworldly, she murmured, "How should Mommy love you? Braised or steamed?"
The fetus replied silently, "Will you be happy if Mommy eats me?"
Kibutsuji Muzan wore a yearning, dazed expression and immediately nodded. "Mm-hmm. Mommy will be happy if she eats you."
The fetus: "I hope Mommy can be happy forever... But I refuse!"
Kibutsuji Muzan: ❓❓❓
