The Cursed Alpha And His Rejected Bride
He looked down at his hands.
Then up at us.
“I think,” he said quietly, “I’m not immortal anymore.”
Muzan broke the silence first.
“So…it’s the end of the road for us, huh,” he muttered dryly. No more chopping of limbs, taking fires, and more importantly no more throwing ourselves in front of trees,” he looked pointedly at Edric.
Edric gave a tired smile. “Wasn’t exactly on my to-do list, I swear.”
“Understood,” Muzan huffed. “Getting used to being mortal can be a little much, though,” he sighed, putting his hands over the back of his head. Come to me whenever you’re free. I offer classes.”
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