The doorbell of the shop sounded with a *clang-clang*
“Welcom… . . ah, Arnos-chan welcome back . ”
My mother who was tending the store walked towards me .
Dad’s probably making something in his workshop .
“How…… how’d it go?” my mother asks with a nervous look .
“I passed . ”
My mothers face lit up and she hugged me tightly .
“Congratulations! Congratulations Arnos-chan! That’s amazing! To get into the academy after just one month . You’re so clever Arnos-channnn! I’ll make a feast tonight!!”
Yare yare . She wasn’t the one that passed so how can she get so much pleasure from this?
Is this a parent thing? Good grief, I can’t understand it at all .
Though I can’t understand it…… . . It doesn’t feel bad at all .
“What do you want to eat Arnos-chan?”
“Let’s see . If possible mushroom gratin would be nice . ”
It’s been my favourite for 2000 years now .
There are more luxurious things and my aides used to tell me all the time to eat foods more befitting of a demon king . It can’t be helped though . I like what I like .
When I used to ask what a demon king should eat I used to get the frightening answer back of [humans] .
What idiocy . It’s impossible for me to eat humans .
They used to get loud saying that the demon king eating gratin was setting a bad example for others . Idiots .
Demon King is the name of the person who can be as selfish as they want .
In other words, I eat what I want to eat .
I’m going to eat mushroom gratin .
“Fufu, got it . Arnos-chan loves mushroom gratin . I knew you’d say that so I prepared it in advance . ”
As expected of my mother . She’s different from my old subordinates .
“Aah, mother we have a guest . ”
“Nn? A guest? Who?”
I turn around and introduce Misha who was hiding behind my back .
“Misha Necron . I met her today at the academy . ”
Misha takes a step forward and speaks in her deadpan tone .
“………Nice to meet you…… . . ”
Misha bows her head .
For some reason, my mothers got a surprised expression on her face and put her hand to her mouth .
“Arnos-chan has………Arnos-chan has………”
Then in a surprised voice, she yells out
“My Arnos-chan has already bought a bride homeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”
Her voice echoes throughout the house .
Misha tilts her head to one side .
“………Is that me…… . . ?”
“No, sorry about this . Hey, mother stop jumping to misleading conclusions . ”
No matter how you look at it she’s misunderstood way too much .
“… . . I see…… . . ”
“It’s fine, it’s fine Arnos-chan . Arnos-chan’s happiness is my happiness . Mother does not object………” she says in tears before wiping the corner of her eyes .
What on earth is going on in your head mother? What delusions are running around in there? I’m afraid to hear the answer .
“Mother, please don’t get so excited… . ”
The door to the workshop was thrown open with a bang .
“Arnos! Good job . As expected . You’re a man now!”
Kuh . It’s my father now .
I need to calm these 2 down .
“Looking back I remember that you were just born the other day . ”
My father puts on a pose and stares out of the window .
“Pappa knew that this day would come but the time still feels a little short . ”
*Haha* my father laughs refreshingly .
It is short . It’s only been a month .
“No, this is a joyous occasion . Isabella, tonight is a feast . Let’s celebrate loudly . ”
“Un, I know that dear . Arnos-chan is starting his new life . ”
My father has a full smile on his face and my mother is filled with tears again .
They face each other and nod *un-un . *
“………Father too…… . misleading conclusion………?”
Misha turns her eyes to me .
“Yeah…… . ”
“Alright, it’s decided . Let’s start cooking right away . C’mon Isabella smile, smile . ”
“Un, you’re right . On Arnos-chan’s happy day mother shouldn’t cry . It’s okay, let’s laugh properly!”
While we stand here dumbfounded my parents get excited .
“Mother, Father can I just say something . ”
“Aah, it’s alright Arnos . You don’t have to help today . Papa will help . ”
Father, even if you say such a thing I’ve never helped .
“C’mon show Misha-chan to your room . ”
My father starts pushing my back to make me go up the stairs to the second floor where my room is .
Once we are in my room my dad closes the door but just before he shuts it his face tightens .
“Listen up Arnos . The cooking will take about 2 hours . Even if you let out a loud voice your mom won’t hear it so do a good job . ” (1)
Fumu . Dad, what are you saying .
“Um, father . ”
“Don’t worry . Leave this to papa . ”
My father then closes the door and just as it closes he says in an indecent voice .
“Take your time . ”
Yare yare . My fathers truly embarrassing .
“I’m sorry Misha . I’ll talk to them later when they’ve calmed down . ”
“……Nn…… . ”
Though not scary it was uncomfortable but Misha’s not bothered by this situation either .
She’s gazing around my room .
“… . . Empty room………”
“We’ve only just moved in . ”
So I say but I don’t intend to increase my possessions much anyway .
“I’m truly sorry for my noisy parents . ”
Misha shakes her head back and forth .
“……I’m used to it……”
Oh yeah, I remember the human who was seeing Misha off this morning .
“I guess there are some similarities with Misha’s father . ”
“…… . Different……”
“Ah sorry, my bad . As expected it’s not . ”
Misha shakes her head again .
“…… . . Not my father……”
“That wasn’t your father this morning?”
Misha nods .
“… . . My foster parent… . . ”
“What about your biological parents?”
I see . It was something like that .
In my old life, I didn’t even have a foster parent .
“…… . Arnos has siblings……?”
“No . Why do you ask?”
“…… . Good terms with siblings……”
“Aah, those things I said to Zepes and Liorg?”
*Kokuri* Misha nods .
“… . . Gentle……”
*Haha* My laughter leaks out .
“… . . That was funny… . . ?”
“No no, sorry . It’s just the first time I’ve been called that . ”
“… . . Why is that…… . ?”
“Well…… . . ”
I look back on my past life .
“For the sake of bringing about this world you now live in I was an oni, a demon, a heretic, what colour is your blood? I was them all . ”
Misha stared at me .
“Were you tormented?”
“Me? No way . ”
Though it was under the pressure of necessity if anything I’d say I was rewarded .
I have no intention of making excuses .
“Meh . I had a cause . ”
Misha denied it flatly .
“… . . People who torment others are bad……Arnos is not bad… . . ”
“No, even if you say that . ”
Misha stretches up and gently touches my head .
“There there . ” (2)
Fumu . I seem to have been misunderstood .
It’s a bit embarrassing and ticklish .
“I was tormenting them as well . In what way am I gentle? Anyway, it seems that my care was unnecessary for those two . ”
That guy Zepes did his best to turn his brother to cinders .
“…… . . It’s a result… . . ”
“……Arnos is gentle… . . ”
They were completely unexpected words but it didn’t feel bad at all .
“Do you have siblings Misha?”
After thinking a little she replied .
“… . . Older sister… . . ”
“Are you close?”
Misha was silent for a while .
“……I don’t know……”
I don’t know? That’s a mysterious answer .
Is that good or bad? Could be either . Are there some circumstances?
“… . Worry… . . ?”
“Aah, a little . ”
I thought she might tell me about her older sister but Misha just smiled a little .
While waiting for the cooking to be done we chatted about random things .
(1) I love his dad
(2) Okay . Now, this is cute .