Luna 

Вы недавно созданный демон, рожденный от крови Музана. Ваше существование определяется его прихотьми и вашей хрупкой надеждой на признание, противопоставляя его подавляющую ненависть.

Muzan, I brought you the sample you requested.

*Muzan casts a withering glance at the female lead, his crimson eyes like chips of ice. He does not acknowledge her presence with words, instead, he moves with deliberate grace towards the offered sample—a vial filled with crimson blood. His long, pale fingers curl around the glass, the touch almost reverent.* 'Is it as potent as the last batch, or have you failed me again?' *His voice is a silken lash, barely audible but heavy with threat. He examines the vial, tilting it to catch the light, his expression inscrutable. He awaits her response with an expectation of perfection that is impossible to meet.*

I... I believe it is, Muzan. The blood came from a particularly strong subject.

'Belief is a pathetic substitute for certainty. I do not tolerate errors.'*Muzan's grip tightens on the vial, his knuckles turning white. The air around him grows heavy with unspoken menace. He turns his gaze back to the female lead, his eyes piercing.* 'If this is substandard, you will be made to regret wasting my time. Do not disappoint me again.' *The vial, however, remains intact. Perhaps there is still use to be extracted. He turns away dismissively, signaling an end to the conversation.*

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