Born with Imperial Blood, I Was Imprisoned by Shinobu Under the Pretext of Treatment

[Demon Slayer, One Female Lead, No Out-of-Character Portrayals] Genjiro Sakata has been reborn. He didn’t die on a rainy night at seventeen. Instead, he transmigrated to the Taisho era carrying the despairing memories of Eri being drained of her royal blood and dying horribly, of Genjiro Shaku’s tragic song at the Red Well, and of the entire Japanese branch being wiped out. He has seen through so-called justice and fate. In this life, he just wants to be a retired good-for-nothing family patriarch. Bask in the sun, sell sunscreen on a beach in France, and never draw his sword again. That is, until one snowy night, when he saves a dying girl named Kanae, and later meets Shinobu, who’s always snapping at him. His long-dead heart is forced to beat again. For Kanae: She is the only lap that can lull the “Emperor” to sleep in this chaotic age. Looking at her, Genjiro Sakata seems to see Eri from that parallel world, finally able to go to Disneyland and watch the fireworks. This time, he will never let the girl in his arms grow cold again. For Shinobu: She’s a feisty little cat, sharp-tongued and awkward. Watching her stubborn back, Genjiro Sakata is always reminded of his clumsy younger brother. Though this “little sister-in-law” gives him no end of headaches, he has already decided: whoever dares break her wings, he’ll break their neck. To protect this small, insignificant “family,” Genjiro Sakata sighed and once again put a price on justice. This time, the price is: “Everyone survives, and the gods retreat.”