Demon Slayer: The Demon King is actually a weak girl?!

It has always been Mr. Purgatory who stepped forward and faced the most dangerous enemies alone, leaving the smaller ones to them.

And now, they must also take up the responsibility and shoulder the burden of Mr. Purgatory!

There was no time to care about this extra Mr. Purgatory. The team members and Mitsuri hurried to the main battlefield.

Of course, behind them is this fake purgatory, who is unclear whether he is a friend or an enemy.

The further you move forward, the stronger the pungent smell of gunpowder becomes.

As the distance got closer, they discovered that mixed with the smell of gunpowder was also a strong smell of blood.

And that blood is probably all Mr. Purgatory's...

"Mr. Purgatory?" Mitsuri called out her master's name and glanced at the "master" beside her.

Just as she was about to say something to the "Master", she suddenly felt a pain on her scalp, and her pigtail was suddenly and rudely grabbed by someone.

A hoarse and terrifying voice sounded eerily behind him: "Still the same tasteless hair color, like a country boy, just like that guy."

"Don't touch my apprentice!"

With a roar, the red sword energy flashed with blood, and "Kyojuro" jumped out and slashed at Peilang's neck with a knife.

Peilang dodged hastily, wondering where this new brother from, but he heard the voice of Master Muzan ringing in his head:

"Be careful not to say my name."

Peilang was puzzled——

your name?

What's your name?

The sound seemed to burn my brain, and the grooves on my brain were almost ironed out of all their wrinkles.

Seeing another "Kyojuro" in front of him staring at him, Peilang suddenly realized that this new Purgatory was transformed by Lord Muzan!

"No wonder!"

Finally, he suddenly understood, but within a second, he was hit on the back of the neck by another flaming blade.

It happened in a flash, but fortunately he reacted quickly and jumped forward in time when the blade cut his skin, saving his head.

"Breathing of Fire, Form Five - Flame Tiger!!"

In the dark night, Rengoku Kyojuro was seen dressed in black with blood stains on his forehead.

The ends of the white haori behind him were already tattered, forming irregular cracks, and the blood dyed them into the hottest flames.

The flame-patterned cloak passed down from generation to generation in the Purgatory family looks roughly like this.

The team members and Mitsuri shouted in surprise, "Mr. Purgatory!"

He's still alive, great!

Rengoku Kyojuro looked at Peilang with a fearless look on his face, raised the hand that was gripping the hilt of the sword, and wiped the blood that was running down his cheek with his raised knuckles.

The other "Kyojuro" stood aside, his eyes swept over the miserable appearance of Peilang lying on the ground, and sneered: "Waste."

"..." Mitsuri felt uneasy looking at this man who had Mr. Purgatory's face but said the most cruel words.

——There really are two Mr. Purgatory!

What's going on? When did Mr. Purgatory have a twin brother?

She has been a student at Mr. Purgatory's house for so long, how come she has never heard of it? !

At this time, the real Rengoku Kyojuro also saw another "self".

He was surprised because there was no ghostly aura coming from the other person, and it was obvious that he was a human being.

But his mother only gave birth to him and Chijuro...

——Could it be that he really has a brother whom he has never met?

The flame-haired swordsman opposite him opened his eyes like two big red fruits and said to him confidently: "I am the real Rengoku Kyojuro, you are fake!"

"..." Kyojuro never expected that the other party would even steal his name, "I am an A-class member of the Demon Slayer Corps - Rengoku Kyojuro!"

"No, I am, you are fake!"

"No, I'm real!"

"..."

Peilang, who fell to the ground: "..."

Should he get up and continue fighting...

What on earth is Lord Muzan doing?

Cross-dressing isn’t enough, role-playing is also required?

"Um..." Mitsuri's clear voice like a silver bell interrupted the rough bass of the two grown men, "But Mr. Purgatory, he has been helping me just now. He is not a bad person."

"Is that so?" Kyojuro looked at this fake version of himself in confusion.

It's amazing, looking at him is like looking in a mirror.

But whether it is true or not doesn’t really matter, because there are more important things at the moment.

Kyojuro said to Muzan pretending to be Kyojuro: "Whether you are real or fake, and whether I am real or fake, anyway, we are all here to defeat the Twelve Demon Moons. So, why don't we kill this demon together!"

"Kill him." Wuzan's eyes sank and fell on the pitiful Peilang lying on the ground.

——Damn it, another mistake!

If I had known this earlier, if I had participated in the trial earlier, and then used my identity to kill Peilang, wouldn’t I have been able to become a pillar?

But it’s too late now…

This part of the content was not written in the novel, and she certainly could not predict it.

“This idiot Peilang actually attacked ordinary people and even Mitsuri. Doesn’t he know that these people are as fragile as paper?

You didn’t obey my orders…”

——Although she was not sure whether she had given this order.

"Forget it, forget about him, let him die.

Don’t save him.”

A hint of coldness flashed across Muzan's eyes, and he made an important decision.

"And Rengoku Kyojuro as well.

Since I can't be a pillar, then you can forget about being one either."

She no longer wanted to care whether the people in this world lived or died.

——Anyway, in the end, the plot will return to the book, and I will return to the starting point, back to the night when I slaughtered Tanjiro's family.

Can she really take care of their life and death? Then who will take care of her life and death?

Do they care about themselves?

"Oh……"

She can’t even save herself, so why should she think about saving others?

Just like Mitsuri said to herself before, they will kill all the evil spirits in the world, and they humans will win.

But she is not in the category of "human beings".

"Pei Lang."

Muzan stared into Peilang's eyes and gave his last order.

“Fight with all your strength.

Beat Rengoku Kyojuro to death."

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??I really don’t know what serious title to choose. Although my choice of words and sentences are not that stupid, this is not a serious novel. I still want to keep it light-hearted.

??Ouye Ri’s four goals have been achieved!