Mayuten ~The Demon King and the Hero Reincarnated as Twin Elementary School Students~

Chapter 2 The Demon King and the Hero Meet the Family

The woman standing behind Dr. Naruse spoke tearfully.

“Kageyo, Isumi, I’m so relieved. Truly…”

She shed tears while showing us affection. The man in the navy blue clothes, supporting her, added, “Indeed. You two rushed in front of the car together… You have no idea how worried we were.”

“Hikaru was worried too!”

I see.

The man in navy blue must be Kageyo’s and Isumi’s father, and the plump woman must be their mother. The young girl named ‘Hikaru’ is probably their little sister.

Kageyo and Isumi must have had some accident on their way home from school… perhaps they came close to death or even died. That’s when Zekar decided to reincarnate our souls of into them.

Now, what should I say?

If I’ve caused worry to their parents and sister, there’s only one thing I can say.

“I’m sorry for causing you worry, Father, Mother, and Hikaru.”

Naturally, I could speak in the language of this world.

I must thank Zekar for this ability, at least.

However, my parents and sister seemed slightly surprised.

Did something sound odd?

As I tilted my head in confusion, my mother chuckled.

“Well, ‘Dad’ and ‘Mom’ suddenly becoming ‘Father’ and ‘Mother’—what’s going on?”

Hmm.

Apparently, I used a different term than usual.

While I understand that both ‘Dad’ and ‘Mom’ mean ‘mother’ and ‘father’ in this world, I couldn’t recall how I usually addressed my parents.

My father said to my mother, “Well, well, Kageyo is already in the fifth grade. He probably wants to graduate from calling us ‘Mom and Dad.'”

“Oh my, acting all grown-up suddenly.”

As my parents exchanged laughter, Dr. Naruse seemed to notice that Isumi’s needle was already removed.

“Isumi-chan, your IV has come off. I’ll insert it again.”

Saying that, he picked up the needle, wiped it with a damp cloth, and attempted to insert it back into Isumi’s arm.

Isumi screamed, “What are you doing!?”

“I’m sorry. We can’t remove the Intravenous(IV) yet. Your injuries were severe, and emergency surgery was necessary.”

“I-Intravenous… what’s that?”

It seems this device is called an “IV,” used for injecting medication. Even though words were imprinted into my mind during reincarnation, I still can’t comprehend names of things I’m unfamiliar with or that didn’t exist in my previous world.

Words like “elementary school” and “car” from before are also foreign to me.

“Elementary school” probably refers to a place of learning for children, just like “school.”

“Car”… since it was involved in a “hit-and-run accident,” could it be something similar to a “horse-drawn carriage”?

While I analyzed things one by one, Isumi, or rather, Hero Shirene, struggled in the doctor’s grasp.

“Stop it! Injuries can be healed with recovery magic!”

“Magic, huh… Your memories might be confused, but I wonder if playing too much Famicom* has a bad influence on kids.”

“You… stop babbling nonsense!”

Amid Isumi’s struggles, her father yelled.

“Isumi, please calm down! You’re causing trouble for the doctor.”

“I am Hero Shirene!”

With her shouting, both Dr. Naruse, her parents, and Hikari became perplexed.

She’s clearly in a state of confusion.

Now, what should I do?

I wish for Shirene to lead a peaceful life, away from the battles, in this peaceful world. If there’s anything I can do to help achieve that, I want to do it.

I want to save that pitiful girl who was brainwashed and manipulated by the humans in that world, forced into a blood-stained life as a hero.

Of course, it’s a fact that Hero Shirene and her companions killed my subordinates and subjects.

Nevertheless, she is still a kind-hearted girl.

Her perspective is just narrow. No, it’s merely the result of being raised to have a narrow view.

If this world is genuinely peaceful, she will grow up as an ordinary girl.

So, I want to encourage Shirene… no, Isumi Kamiya, to grow up peacefully in this world.

After all, I Kageyo and Isumi Kamiya, the Demon Lord and the Hero, were born as twins.

It may be the least I can do as an attempt to make amends for my inability to stop the war.

As I pondered these thoughts, Dr. Naruse let out a sigh.

“There’s no helping it. I don’t want to do this, but…”

He took out a cloth string from somewhere and tied it around Isumi’s hand.