The Misfit of Demon King Academy

To celebrate our winning of the opposition team exam my mother used all her skills and cooked up a feast.

It was very lively with 2 extra people and I must admit it didn’t feel bad at all, though most of the noise came from my parents.

Sasha stared complaining that celebrating her own loss was hard to swallow but as soon as she had some of my mother’s homemade food she fell silent.

It seems even in this age my mothers cooking is incredibly delicious.

“And and?? What did Arnos-chan say to invite Sasha-chan to the group?”

Here we go again. It seems clearing up my mother’s misunderstanding will be difficult. Sasha is facing the same question torture that Misha went through.

“It was nothing special. Become my subordinate. That was it, pretty much.”

“Iyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! Become my subordinate? What’s with that? If you act like a clumsy man, any girl will fall for itttttttttttttt!”

Listening to my mother scream Sasha’s face takes on a difficult look.

“The reason? Why did Arnos-chan invite Sasha-chan?”

“……No reason really. I’m just good war potential. That’s all.”

“What? That’s it? That’s suspicious. What’s the reason Misha-chan?”

Misha swallowed the salad she was eating and said in an indifferent voice.

“…….Your demon eyes are beautiful………?”

“If you say such a killing phrase any woman will definitely fall in looooooooooooooove!! Arnos-chan is a natural gigolo. The gap due to his awkwardness is too much.”

How did Misha know that? Was she listening to me using Thought Transmission <Liikus>?

Whatever. It’s a standard strategy for anyone using Demon King Army <Guys> to activate <Liikus> without being ordered to anyway.

“Can you avoid saying unnecessary things please Misha”

“………Was it bad……..?”

Being directly asked caused Sasha to turn her face away in surprise.

“Not especially.”

Fumu. It looks like my mother thinks they are arguing now. She has a nervous look on her face that says ‘I was careless’.

My father casually catches my eyes and nods in a profound and farsighted way. It’s a face that says ‘I have nothing more to teach you’.

Yare yare. Like the time with Misha I’ve been waiting for it to calm down so I can explain that she’s not another bride but at the moment my mother’s got a tearful face and seems ready to cry.

Let’s wait for another opportunity.

Well, I don’t suppose it matters. It’s not like I’ll die from a misunderstanding.

The lively meal seems to finish in the blink of an eye. I’ll send Sasha and Misha home.

When I came back into the shop after talking to my father in his workshop I saw Sasha and Misha waiting for me standing side by side.

“……………”

“……………”

Silence.

I understand Misha. She’s originally a person of few words but Sasha does not have a silent personality. It was a weird feeling with no talking going on.

At first, I thought that it was because she had to eat with a trash doll but Sasha’s attitude doesn’t seem to suggest that’s the reason.

Zepes and Liorg were also like this too. It’s a story I don’t understand.

I decide to wait a little longer and watch the two of them from the shadows.

The silence continued for 10 minutes but it became impossible for Sasha to endure it any longer and she started talking in a subdued voice.

“Late.”

“…….Nn…….”

The silence returns.

“Nee.”

“Nn.”

“…………..We’ve spoken a lot today. It’s unusual.”

“Nn.”

“Do you like him Misha?”

“…..Him…..?”

“Oh for………him, Arnos.”

Misha thinks about it for a while.

“……Like…….”

“Fuuun. What’s good about him?”

“……Kind……”

“Where? He was like a demon in the group opposition test.”

I am kind you know.

“…….He’s strict on his enemies…….”

“I see. What an inconsistent fellow.”

The silence returns for a while.

“……..Sasha…..?”

“What?”

“Do you like Arnos?”

“Haaaaa!? Such a thing is impossible.”

Sasha denied it at full power while her face was red.

“……..That so……..”

“It is.”

Misha stares into Sasha’s eyes. Perhaps because she was excited <Demon Eyes of Ruin> had formed in her eyes.

“But…….” Sasha mutters in a small voice.

“……If its Arnos I can stare at him with these eyes…….” Sasha trails off like she’s speaking to herself.

“…..Nn…….”

“He’s truly crazy. My demon eyes are beautiful? Even though they are cursed to destroy whatever I look at without my permission. However-“

Sasha cut off her own words then started speaking again.

“Someone with the same eye’s as mine. I’ve finally met that person for the first time.”

It’s only a bit but she smiles.

“That’s all.”

“…..I understand…..”

Sasha quietly watches Misha who does not look away.

“That reminds me. Misha is also the same.”

“…..The same……..?”

“You can look me straight in the eyes.”

Misha nods.

Of course she can. Misha’s demon eyes are strong as well. Sasha’s <Demon Eye’s of Ruin> will be resisted.

“Do you remember? Our childhood? I could not control these demon eyes at all and I was destroying everything so I was locked away in a prison made from magic.”

“………I remember……”

Sasha looks down after remembering.

“While everybody else avoided entering my field of vision Misha was always by my side.”

“We practised together.”

Sasha laughs a nostalgic laugh.

“That’s right. Thanks to you, as long as I don’t meet someone’s gaze directly I don’t carelessly injure people anymore.”

“Sasha tried hard.”

Instead of answering Sasha just nods.

“Nee. A while ago. It felt nostalgic.”

“……Hand……?”

“Yeah.”

“……Me too……”

In a timid voice, Sasha says

“Is again…..okay?”

“……..Nn……..”

The two of them hold hands.

“We always used to do this. I wasn’t let out of the prison so whenever I started crying Misha held my hand and made me smile.”

Misha nods.

“Honestly. I don’t know who’s the older sister sometimes.”

“Sasha is the older sister.”

Sasha smiles wryly at her.

“Misha. I’m only going to say this once.”

Misha nods.

“…..I’m sorry……please forgive me……..”

Misha shakes her head from side to side.

“……I wasn’t angry…..”

Sasha’s eye’s rounded in surprise.

“Really?”

“…….Nn………”

The two of them stare at each other and grasp each other’s hand firmly.

Fumu. I don’t understand everything that’s going on but at least they seem to have reconciled. Why were they originally fighting though? It’s mysterious.

Whatever. They are at a vigorous age. It could have been a worthless reason for all I know.

I called out to them.

“Sorry, I’ve kept you waiting. I send you home now.”

“It’s fine. I’ll walk home.”

I look at Misha and she nods as well.

“Taking the time to walk home? How commendable.”