Chapter 45
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 .
If it’s a worthless game I might as well heed Melheys advice .
If that’s the case……
“Come . ”
At my words, a familiar spirit owl entered through the window .
“Go . ”
The immediately flew away after I gave it the order through Thought Transmission
“Is the academy closed tomorrow Misha?”
Misha nods .
“Do you have any plans?”
Misha shakes her head .
“Do you want to go out somewhere then?”
Misha looks at me with her deadpan expression .
“… . . Go out?”
“Aah . ”
Misha falls silent and thinks .
“………Us two?”
“That a problem?”
Misha shook her head frantically .
“Looking forward to it . ” She says while smiling .
“Is there anywhere you want to go?”
“Anywhere . ”
“Is there anything you want to do?”
“Anything . ”
Fumu . She really has no desires .
Saying that, this is Misha . She may just be holding back .
“What does Arnos want to do?”
“Anything is good . You can be a bit more forceful Misha . ”
Misha blinks a little as if she’s surprised .
“Me?”
“Aah . ”
“…… . . Must think I’m boring…… . ”
“Even doing something dull can be fun . ”
Misha smiled happily .
“Arnos is kind . ”
“Really?”
Misha nods .
“I’ll teach you . ” Mishas eyes meet mine “My favourite thing . ”
“What is it?”
“Not yet . Secret . ”
Is tomorrow going to be fun after all?
“……… . . ”
Nn? Misha is still staring at me .
She’s not saying anything but she doesn’t seem to be waiting for me to say anything either .
I think she wants to ask me something .
“What’s wrong? You can ask anything . ”
Misha suddenly looks a little embarrassed .
“…… . . What kind of clothes does Arnos like?”
“Clothes? Let’s see . I don’t really care about appearance . If I had to say then probably a frock coat . ”
“Frock coat?”
Misha looked a little surprised then spoke in a slightly uneasy voice .
“…… . . Suit me…… . . ?”
“Nn?”
“Ah . ”
We both realised our conversations had gone in opposite directions .
“Are you talking about clothes for you to wear Misha?”
Misha nods .
“Even if you ask me I don’t really understand women’s clothes . ”
“…… . What colour do you like?”
Were talking about clothes for Misha to wear .
“Let’s see…… . White is good . Your uniform looks good on you . ”
Misha eyes round a little bit .
“Prefer trousers or skirts?”
“…… . That’s the first time I’ve ever been asked that . ”
Misha steps closer to me and stares into my face .
“Which one?”
Fumu . She’s being unusually insistent .
“I don’t really understand either of them…… . . ”
“Trousers?”
Misha stares into my eyes while asking .
“Skirt?”
Misha keeps asking .
“Hard clothes?”
Hard clothes? Does she mean a formal dress?
Formal dresses aren’t bad but I wouldn’t say I like them .
“Light clothes then?”
I’ve never thought about any of this .
She’s asking questions quickly so I have no time to form an answer .
“I got it . ”
I still haven’t answered anything but Misha withdraws .
“Arnos-chan, Misha-chan, dinners ready— . ”
My mother’s voice comes from the dining room .
“Go?”
“… . . Have you finished with your questions?”
*Fufuu* Misha laughs .
I went to the dining room together and with a happier than normal Misha .