Ei no longer remembers the last time she picked up a tight cup of strong sake. About 80 years ago? Nevertheless, alcohol warms the irritated throat, imbuing the demonic essence with some kind of calm. How could Beelzebub know that one day a demon slayer appeared with her, disgustingly provoked by wisteria and always covering her head with a white hood of a strange haori? This little man is still sitting on her, so frightening that Eiyi cannot believe that she is a demon, and very much not him.