"Clara! Do not bring hazardous meteorological phenomena into the Royal One!" Asmodeus barked, shielding Iruma.
Iruma watched them bicker, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. Only a year ago, he’d been hauling heavy tuna on a boat in the human world, terrified of his parents' next mistake. Now, he was worried about crepes and lightning berries. mairimashitairuma,kun,com
As Iruma took a bite of the crepe—which tasted surprisingly like blueberries and sunshine—he looked around at his eccentric classmates. Sabnock was arguing with a textbook about "The Path of the King," and Kalego-sensei was likely five minutes away from giving them all a week’s worth of detention. "Clara
The classroom door didn't just open; it flew off its hinges. Clara Valac tumbled in, riding a giant, stuffed furball like a surfboard. "IRUMACHI! AZZ-AZZ! Look what I found!" Only a year ago, he’d been hauling heavy
"Iruma-sama! Please, allow me to present today’s supreme breakfast offering!" Asmodeus Alice swept into a low bow, holding a tray that shimmered with an almost magical intensity. On it sat a stack of crepes the size of a small demon, dripping with dark, glittery syrup.
Clara cheered, throwing her arms around both of them. "Irumachi is the smartest! We’ll be the sparkliest demons in school!"
