— Iruma-kun is a good and obedient boy.
A soft hand strokes the little boy's blue hair as he smiles receiving the affection.
— Iruma-Kun, could you help me take out the trash?
— Yes! Mommy!
— Could you help clean the house?
— Yes! Mommy!
— Could you help me clean the bathroom?
— Yes! Mommy! Yes! Mommy!
— Iruma-Kun is a good boy~
His mother depended a lot on him...
— Then...
As a result.
— Can I sell you to this demon?
— Yes...
𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗡𝗢𝗧!!!
NOT!
not!
not
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Lying on his king's bed, with blood red sheets, thousands of pillows and his violet robes, the blue-haired boy gets up to look at the window. It was already morning...
— This place...
Ah, so it wasn't a dream...
— IRUMA-KUN!! GOOD MORNING-------~
— AH!
A horned bald man, who suddenly opened the bedroom door, greets him with a smile.
— Let's have breakfast together!
Yes... The boy was Suzuki Iruma, 14 years old, a normal human.
This unlucky boy was sold by his own parents to a demon named Sullivan, the one that has appeared a few paragraphs now. Becoming the "grandson" of the same, today would be the first day of school in the diabolical school, Babyls. Where young demons from all corners of the underworld frequented. The problem was that...
— I DON'T WANT TO GO TO THAT SCHOOL! —Iruma shouts in his thoughts, now seated at the rectangular dining table next to his "grandfather". Fighting his common sense and kindness to tell the demon that he didn't want to go to school. Besides... — Who knows what might happen to me if they find out i'm a human...
It would be better to tell, wouldn't it?
— Grandpa...
— Yes?
Ah, hearing his now-grandson call him that filled him with joy.
— I have something to tell you. About school-
— Before that...
Opera, the mansion's servant, appears with a wheeled bench filled with gifts, materials, and school clothes.
— Congratulations on your demonic admission!
— Look! I tried my best to prepare them for you! All were made-
Oh no! It was too bright!
There was no turning back now...
On the other side of the room, someone was pulling their bow tie off their collar, feeling uncomfortable with it...
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