The Misfit of Demon King Academy

“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?”

“……Busy……”

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……”

“Me?”

*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…..”

“It is?”

Misha nods

“……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.”

“……Gentle……”

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.