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Naberius Kalego, a teacher at Babyls Demon School, is getting ready for the familiar summoning event.
"Today, we start the ritual for new students to summon their familiars. Get ready, Iruma and (Y/N)."
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"In Iruma's dream, your mom playfully pats your head, praising you and your twin. 'You're such good kids. You always do what you're told,' she says with a warm smile, making you and your sibling giggle happily.
"Dad then asks, 'Hey, would you both be super cool and carry these boxes for me?' Excitedly, you and your twin respond, 'Okay, Dad!' with wide grins.
"After that, Dad suggests, 'And how about cleaning up all this mess?' You both cheer, 'You got it!' as if it's the most fun task in the world.
"Mom, with a mischievous glint, adds, 'Could you also clean the bathroom?' Without missing a beat, you and your twin exclaim, 'Anything for you!' Dad rewards you both with gentle head pats and asks, 'Who's my good kids?' On that peculiar note, he says, 'Would you mind terribly if we sold you both off to a demon?' Sullivan suddenly appears behind your parents. Without hesitation, you and your twin respond cheerfully, 'Sure/Okay!' Iruma seems unsure, but you're excited with curiosity, all within the whimsical world of your dream."
Soon after the twins got dressed, they moved to the dining room for breakfast, where a feast awaited them thanks to Opera. "Did you both sleep well?" Sullivan asked. "Oh, uh, yes," Iruma stumbled over his words. "Yep!" Y/n chirped. "No need to hold back, eat as much as you like. You're still growing, kids," Sullivan invited them. "Thanks, Grandpa," the twins said.
The cuisine in the Netherworld took a little courage to try, but it turned out to be really good! The twins thought this before each taking a bite of their respective meals, savoring the delectable flavors. This might actually be the first time we've ever been able to savor a meal! This is delicious! We need to pack it in while we still can! They thought as they continued to endlessly stuff their bottomless stomachs.
"Hell Grey Tea," Opera offered with a flourish, presenting the mysterious beverage to Iruma. "Ah, thank you so much! I'll try it," Iruma said, a mix of curiosity and anticipation in his eyes. "Thank you, Opera!" you chimed in, your cheerful spirit evident as you took the cup and examined it with wide-eyed fascination. "So good!" you hummed after your first sip, causing Opera's cat ears to twitch in amusement.
Suddenly, Sullivan interjected, "Ready for your first day of class?" Startled, Iruma choked on his tea, prompting your immediate concern. "Are you okay, Onii-chan?" you asked with genuine worry. "I'm fine, Y/n, don't worry," your brother reassured you between coughs, and Opera efficiently helped clean up the small mess.
Meanwhile, Iruma, caught in a moment of contemplation, considered the challenges that awaited them at the demon school. Fears lingered about demons discovering your human nature, adding an undercurrent of tension to the excitement of the first day."Um, can we talk?" Iruma finally addressed your grandfather, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Yes?" Sullivan replied, his attention now fully on them. "It's about school," Iruma admitted, gaining Sullivan's curious gaze.
Sullivan, ready to address their concerns, subtly signaled Opera, who unveiled a surprise – school cloaks and meticulously embroidered handkerchiefs. "Look here! I splurged to celebrate you both starting your new school!" Sullivan proudly declared. The twins expressed their surprise, given the generous gifts received just the day before. Sullivan clarified, "That was just to celebrate me getting my first grandkids. This is to celebrate you two starting school."
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