Muzan looked around the tavern that Nakime chose for him; his red eyes were searching for a place to sit. He wanted a spot that was close to the sun and had plenty of shadows for him to hide in.
"A window seat should do the job."
Muzan thought to himself with a hand on his chin, and after a while of searching, he found the perfect spot.
_Tap_
Walking up to his chosen table, Muzan pulled a chair out and sat down. He didn't start his sun training immediately; he was still mentally preparing for the task.
"Hello, can I take your order?"
A kind-looking girl walked upto Muzan's table and asked for his order, while he was lost in thought.
"You want to take my order? Do you work here?"
Muzan looked at the kind-faced girl and asked curiously; she didn't have any uniform to show that she was working here.
"I do work here! This is my father's tavern. Sorry, I am not in my work clothes."
"It's still early morning; I didn't have time to dress up."
The girl seemed embarrassed when Muzan pointed out her lack of work clothes. This was something Muzan noticed.
He was sharp-eyed; he had millennia of life experience. Throughout the years he had lived as a child, a man, a woman—you name it—Muzan had lived that life.
He has had so many families and so many wives that he has lost count, so reading such an inexperienced girl was easy for him at this point.
"Did you rush to take my order because I arrived early? You didn't have to do that; I can wait for you to get ready."
Muzan smiled at the waitress. It was obvious that she was still sleeping when Muzan arrived, so she came running to take his order.
"No, no! It's fine! This tavern is my home; I will dressup after I serve you food."
The girl quickly shook her hands, then lowered her head softly.
"You came early in the morning; you are also dressed nicely. I thought you had somewhere important to go."
"I didn't want to waste your time just because I had to get ready."
The girl smiled sweetly at Muzan. But Muzan fell silent. He wasn't dressed for anything important; he just liked to wear expensive clothes.
"Thank you for your concern, but I don't think you can serve me the food I want. You can't make what I usually eat."
Muzan thought for a bit, then politely refused the waitress. But the waitress's eyes widened; she looked like Muzan had insulted her work ethic.
"How can we not feed you? Tell me what you want to eat, and I will serve it to you! It is our duty to serve every guest."
The waitress balled her hands and defended her tavern excitedly. Muzan could see that she was very passionate about her tavern.
And she wouldn't leave him alone unless he asked her for food, or killed her. Both of these things would get her to leave. One temporarily, and the other permanently.
"I see. What is your name?"
Muzan folded his hands and asked the girl her name.
"My name? My name is Ozaki."
The waitress blinked and responded sweetly. Muzan gently looked at Ozaki; his deep red eyes were inspecting her flesh and blood with a cannibalistic gaze.
"The dish I want to order is named Ozaki. I wonder if you can serve it to me."
The tavern suddenly became silent. Ozaki was still trying to process what Muzan had said. And after a few more seconds, she seemed to have understood something.
Her eyes turned wide, and she shrank a little.
"Me-me? I am not."
Ozaki stumbled back; her head was down, and her ears turned red. But sadly for Muzan, she still didn't run away and leave him alone, even after he had expressed his desire to kill.
Before Muzan could ask if she had a death wish and that's why she wasn't running away, Ozaki looked up and yelled in an embarrassed voice.
"Guest! We don't do that kind of business here! You can't just say that you want to eat me!"
Ozaki was blushing and yelling at Muzan, while Muzan himself was staring at her weirdly.
'I see; she is the type who is delusional about love and a bit stupid; a normal girl would have run away by now.'
Knowing what kind of girl he was dealing with, Muzan decided to act normal. He didn't want to kill her and ruin the mood; being casual with her was the fastest way to make her leave.
"Hahaha! My bad, Ozaki. Sorry about that. You are so cute that I couldn't resist teasing you."
"Can you tell me what kind of food your tavern specializes in?"
Muzan spoke gently. If someone saw his gentle face, they wouldn't be able to tell that he was planning to eat this woman a second ago.
"Guest! You are very good-looking, but your teasing is too much!"
Ozaki puffed her cheeks and then breathed out, not realising her stupidity helped her survive a disaster. She patted her face and tried to get into character again.
"We specialize in tempura. We also have very good miso soup and sweet potatoes."
Ozaki bragged about her tavern's best food. Muzan nodded along. As long as she leaves him alone, he doesn't mind ordering some food.
But he was ordering food after many years, so he was curious about something. Can he taste normal food? The real Muzan didn't bother eating regular food after realizing he could only eat human flesh.
So Muzan knew for sure that he couldn't digest normal food, but what about taste? If he can taste food, it doesn't matter if he can't digest it. He can tear open his stomach and throw the food out later.
"Then please give me a serving of miso soup, some tempura, and a whole sweet potato."
Muzan gave his order, and Ozaki smiled happily. She pulled up her sleeves and got ready to work.
"I will get it done. My mom normally cooks, but she is sick. Although I assure you, you won't be disappointed with my cooking."
Ozaki cheered herself up and went into the kitchen. Meanwhile, Muzan shook his head.
"Maybe this is why she is eager to prove herself; her mom can't work, and she has to take all the burden."
Muzan understood her family situation, then ignored it. He had better things to do than worry about. He still had to burn his hand in the morning sun.
_Fuzz_
"This hurts so bad!"
Muzan retracted his half-burnt hand, which regenerated instantly. Taking a deep breath, he slowly put his hand outside the window again, like the maniac that he was.
_Fuzz_
"This will take a while."
The demon king grumbled, but he continued ruthlessly. In an effort to ignore this harsh pain, his thoughts flew all over the place.
In his distracted state of mind, Muzan seemed to remember hearing the name of this tavern waitress somewhere.
"Ozaki, where have I heard this name before?"