The Misfit of Demon King Academy

Chapter 43: Misha's gratin

Chapter 43: Misha's gratin

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I'm currently sitting down by myself taking a short break after our meal.

Today's dinner was better than normal though my mothers mushroom gratin is still the best.

I ate a bit too much though and it's lying a bit heavy in my stomach, however, this feeling of fullness is pretty good.

Everyone else has gone into the workshop. My father learnt Ray was interested in making swords so he enthusiastically took him to the workshop.

Misha and Sasha also disappeared.

It's been a while and they still haven't come back, however, I can hear laughter from time to time so they are still chatting away.

Leaning back in my chair I can hear noises from the kitchen.

My mother? Let's take a look.

It was actually Misha inside.

"What you doing?"

Misha turned around with her usual deadpan expression.

"Gratin."

I can see the stone ovens lit. Is she actually making gratin?

We've finished eating though.

"What about it?"

"Making it."

"You are?"

*Kokuri* Misha nods.

"Arnos' mother is good."

"Well I won't argue with that but why?"

Misha blinked a couple times.

"Taught me."

Sasha and Misha did help out when preparing dinner. Did my mother teach them how to cook it at the same time?

"Practising by myself."

I see.

"You wanted more practice making gratin?"

"Nn."

"Well, my mothers mushroom gratin is the best there is."

Misha nods again.

"Arnos' favourite food."

".......Does that mean you are practising because it's my favourite food?"

It's only a little bit but Misha suddenly looks shy.

"I like Arnos's happy face."

She's saying something cute.

"I'm glad."

Misha smiles at my words.

"Arnos is close with Sasha."

"That's right."

Sasha exposes all her emotions without holding back and talks to me rudely. She's also meddlesome and unintentionally amusing at times. I had no such subordinate 2000 years ago.

"Something wrong with that?"

"It's nice." Misha stares into my eyes. "But I'm a little lonely."

"I see. Does it feel like I've stolen your older sister?"

Misha's eyes opened slightly and she shook her head.

"Opposite."

Misha suddenly points at me.