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Half-kneeling on the ground, his attitude was very respectful.
It's just that Doma's smile made people feel a little awkward to look at, and even a little annoying in their hearts.
"Master, what can I do for you? Need my eyes? My eyes are different. If you need it, I can dig it out right away."
Doma looked at Rivo in front of him and immediately showed great joy, even placing his palm next to his eye socket. It seemed that as soon as Rivo gave the order, he would immediately take off his colorful eyes.
"Lord Doma, you are so rude."
The attitude of Daki on the side was much more respectful. Compared to Doma's emotionless smile and words, Daki seemed more like an ordinary person in Rivo's eyes.
It's no wonder that among the Twelve Kizuki, she was one of the very few who could make Muzan show even a faint smile.
"I don't need your eyes," Rivo said calmly. "Doma, go to the east of the Imperial Capital. There's a church there called the Path of Peace. I want you, in the shortest possible time, to spread your teachings and influence more people. Overwhelm the Path of Peace's momentum—or swallow them whole."
Rivo sat on the stool, speaking down to Doma. Although still young, his calm expression faintly revealed a hint of power.
Looking at the master in front of him, Doma showed a satisfied expression. In his eyes, it was a great honor to be entrusted with a task by Rivo.
What's more, this was his old profession—a mission he was excited to fulfill.
Spreading faith, gathering wealth, and attracting beautiful women… That was what Doma excelled at.
Elysium Dawn would rise in this world again, on a scale far larger than it ever had in Demon Slayer.
These summoned servants had their own will, but under the influence of the system, Rivo never worried about betrayal. From the depths of their souls, they would only be loyal to him.
"Your command is the greatest treasure and reward for me," Doma said with a twisted grin before vanishing from the palace.
The strength of an Upper Moon Two—so long as it was not daylight—could almost be considered invincible in the Imperial Capital. Likely, only the two Great Generals could stand against him.
The Path of Peace, located in the east, was a civilian faith group—but one with military strength. In the original timeline, they allied with the Revolutionary Army to breach the capital.
Rivo didn't need them to remain.
As for Daki and Gyutaro, their roles were just as important.
"Master, what about me?" Daki asked softly, half-kneeling, her eyes filled with longing. She yearned to be given a task just like Doma and prove herself to Rivo.
"Of course. That beautiful face of yours will be very useful," Rivo said, lifting her chin with a light smile. "Go take control of the entire underground industry in the Imperial Capital. I believe in your ability, Daki. With your brother by your side, you'll get it done."
Daki's eyes sparkled, cheeks slightly red. To be favored like this—it was an honor.
She left as Doma had, fading into the night.
Once alone, Rivo pushed open the window and looked out over the sprawling capital.
A light flickered in his eyes.
This prosperous capital… the power hidden within… it was supreme. No one could ignore its temptation.
Rivo now stood at the center of that power—yet for now, it was still under Ernest's control.
It was Ernest who suppressed the brilliance that should have belonged to him.
But now, Rivo would reclaim it—bit by bit. He would take back everything.
"Now… the tides of the empire are shifting. Minister Ernest…"
A cold glint flashed in Rivo's eyes. He looked down on the capital, and the corners of his mouth curved upward.
He would no longer be a puppet emperor.
He would rule the empire—not by name, but by power.
A month later, major changes began to take root in the Imperial Capital.
On the eastern roads near the Path of Peace, a small church began to appear more and more frequently.
The name of Elysium Dawn began to spread through the east like wildfire. Rumors spoke of a sect leader with rainbow-colored eyes—an avatar of the gods who had descended to save the people from their suffering.
In just one week, over a hundred believers had gathered.
Though small in number, it was enough to alarm the Path of Peace.
They attempted to suppress Elysium Dawn's expansion—but then, something terrifying began to happen.
Women on the Path of Peace's side began to vanish, or were found dead with their bodies shattered or missing.
Their leaders stopped interfering and instead focused all efforts on uncovering the killer.
Meanwhile, on the most prosperous street in the southern Imperial Capital—a place bordering rich and poor districts alike—everything was changing.
This street was the heart of the capital's gray economy: erotic trade, human trafficking, and unspoken crimes. The poor came here in desperation; the rich came for indulgence.
A month ago, a stunning woman appeared on that street.
In the name of Daki, she seized a portion of the street for herself.
She only appeared after dark, and that mystery made her even more alluring. Even high-ranking officials began pouring in, spending fortunes just for a glimpse of her beauty.