The Misfit of Demon King Academy

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.