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"Why on Earth did you go down there??"
Carmela was at the verge of erupting at the Demon who was seated in his library, the glowing crystal placed on the table before him. Unlike Carmela who seemed to be in the middle of a quick rampage, the demon sitting at the table appeared nonchalantly calm.
His closed eyes eased with content, and his fingers drummed rhythmically on the surface of the table, the other, settling on his cheek, his elbow propped on the table.
He seemed to be absorbed in his own world, giving zero percent of his attention to Carmela's continuous nagging. All he could think about was the face of his wife he had seen, his gorgeous wife, his one and only goddess…and all these years, the many decades, centuries that has passed, it felt impossible to bring her back but somehow, that useless Muzan had turned out useful, since he is the reason his wife had been reborn to Earth.
