The Misfit of Demon King Academy (WN)
chapter-45-1

After speaking to Melheys I returned home.

Usually, my mother is tending the front but since the shop is closed there’s no one there.

“Welcome back.”

A quiet, indifferent sounding voice calls out to me.

Misha unexpectedly appeared from the kitchen.

Honestly, I was a little surprised.

“What’s wrong?”

“Cooking practise.”

My mother also appears from the kitchen.

“Welcome back Arnos-chan. Dinner will be done soon. I made it with Misha-chan today.”

I see.

“You taking lessons from my mother?”

*Kokuri* Misha nods.

“Misha-chan said she wanted to make delicious food for Arnos-chan. I’m teaching her when we both have the time.”

When did they make this promise?

“Mother’s going to go finish dinner.”

“Me too.”

“Thank you but it’s okay now Misha-chan. What’s left is easy thanks to you. Why don’t you stay and chat with Arnos-chan?”

Misha thought a little and nodded.

“Ou, welcome back Arnos.”

My father who had just finished his work came out of the studio.

“I’m home.”

“You’ve done something great again it seems. The demon sword tournament was it?”

My mother smiled at my father’s words.

“Yes! That’s right! Congratulations Arnos-chan. Emilia-sensei came by today to tell us. Arnos-chan is truly a genius. One of only 2 people chosen from the class!”

My mother hugs me tightly.

It seems they really want me to participate in the demon sword tournament if they’ve gone as far as to tell my mother and father.

“I don’t know if I’m going to enter or not yet.”

“Eh? Why? If you get a good result in the demon sword tournament it’s easier to become a demon emperor.”

That’s news to me.

“Really?”

Misha nods at my question.

“Achievements are required to become a demon emperor and results from the tournament count.”

I see. Even in this peaceful era you still need strength to some extent.

“I don’t have a sword anyway.”

I’ll just go with that.

“If it’s a sword leave it to your father. What type of sword do you want?”

Even if I intended to enter it’s not something I can entrust to my father……

“A normal sword is impossible as it would break in one blow. All participants need a demon sword.”

My father folds his arms and starts thinking.

“A demon sword was it? Papa’s heard of them. Aren’t they made with a special metal? A type of iron that can cut anything?”

My father’s blacksmith knowledge is from a human country. Even if you say a demon sword, they are not always magical. A demon sword only needs recognition to cut well.

“Alright. Papa’s going out.”

My fathers face shows a proud expression. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

“Now? It’s dinner time…….”

“It’ll just be for a couple days Isabella. Can you mind the shop?”

My mother laughs and smiles at my fathers who’s acting manly.

“Yes. Take care dear.”

Though he seems excited, whatever sword my dad makes will be destroyed by a demon sword.

It’s also a bit premature. I don’t know if I’m entering the tournament yet.

“Don’t worry about a sword father.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s not about a sword. Papa just remembered he has a little bit of business to attend to.”

Really? What business do you have that requires you to be away for a couple days?

His excuse is just absurd.

“Even with a sword its a demon sword tournament.”

“I know that. Well then, papa is off.”

My father laughs while clapping my shoulder.

“Right. Protect your mother for me while I’m gone.”

“No, wait father.”

My father just laughs and claps my shoulder again.

“Right. Protect your mother for me while I’m gone.”

“………..”

What was that?

“Father, please listen. I—”

My father laughs again and claps my shoulder.

“Right. Protect your mother for me while I’m gone.”

Is he a broken magic doll?

“…………………….Aah. Leave it to me……………”

My father gives me a big thumbs up at my words.

Yare yare. I can’t keep up with my father at all.

“See you later.”

My father opened the door and left.

“………………….”

Fumu…….It’s fine I guess?

Even though I can’t use it in the tournament if its a good sword it will still be a good showpiece for the shop.

Though my father wants to grow the store he seems to have no intention of actually making any good money.

He does work hard though.

Firstly, how can I stop my father’s misunderstanding?

“Well then. Mama will finish dinner.”

My mother returns to the kitchen.

“Don’t you want to participate in the tournament?” Misha asks.

“The royal faction is planning to beat me by using the rules though I don’t think I’ll lose even if the rules are not in my favour. There’s nothing to gain if I do a participate though.”

Is this part of Avos Dillheavia’s plan? I’m hoping he shows his tail if things go well. If he’s got nothing to do with it there’s no point me participating because I couldn’t care less about the royal factions.