Returned from Another World, Earth Turned Out to Be Quite the Fantasy Too. Also, Losing Heroines, Stop Looking This Way.

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Chapter 08: “Breakfast Is Important, Right?”

“Uwaa… was that a terrible dream, or an amazing one… or both!? God showing up in my dream!? Tsukuyomi-sensei does it too, but seriously—why does everyone just casually drop into my dreams like that!? What if I was having, you know… those kinds of teenage dreams!?”

With a thunk, he set his now-empty milk glass down on the table a bit harder than necessary.

Natsuki had already finished breakfast and was dressed in his school uniform.

Sadly, there was no substitute holiday waiting for him, so he had to drag his tired, worn-out body all the way to middle school.

“Also, I can’t even reach Yusuke-kun—that’s way too scary! Something definitely happened! God should’ve explained everything properly till the end! Sunday, Monday, Tuesday—Kyoto event. And now even Wednesday is an event!? At this rate, I’m gonna become someone who can’t live without events!”

“What nonsense are you spouting this early in the morning?”

Koume, wearing Natsuki’s gym clothes as pajamas, stepped into the kitchen with a puzzled look.

“Ah, morning, Koume-chan.”

“Morning.”

“Koume-chan, it’s dashimaki tamago for breakfast today.”

“Seeing that useless old man cooking in a frilly apron, humming to himself first thing in the morning… makes me want to go back to sleep.”

Pretending not to notice Satan swaying his hips—rather than just humming—Natsuki and Koume continued their conversation.

“Hey, so… God showed up in my dream last night.”

“What kind of nightmare is that?”

“Yeah, well, putting that aside… he apologized to me about Yusuke-kun.”

“Haa?”

“And no matter how many times I try, I just can’t get in touch with Yusuke-kun.”

“…Something happened? Getting attacked by demons or something does sound like his kind of bad luck.”

“Nah, if he made contact with some non-human, he’d definitely be thrilled and send at least one photo.”

“That’s true… —then maybe he’s somewhere without signal?”

“Like where?”

“Who knows?”

Koume opened the fridge, took out a carton of milk, placed a hand on her hip, and chugged it down in one go.

There wasn’t much left, so she finished it almost instantly.

“Geez, Koume-chan, that’s so unladylike. At least show a bit of modesty in front of a boy!”

“…Shouldn’t you have more pride as the Demon King Satan? And why has even your way of talking changed!?”

“—It’s housewife mode!”

“Like I’d know what that is!”

Watching how even the Demon King Satan had completely settled into the Yura household, Natsuki let out a wry smile.

“Ah, good morning! Everyone’s up early today. Oh—Natsuki-kun’s already in his uniform! Wait… you’re actually going to school!?”

“Of course I am.”

“—Seriously?”

“Don’t sound so shocked, I’ll cry! Honor student Nacchan will burst into tears!”

“Where exactly is the ‘honor student’ part? You spend more time hanging out with gods, demons, and yokai than going to school.”

“It’s not like I enjoy it that much, okay!? I almost died the day before yesterday!”

Ginko, who had just come back from her jog, joined the conversation.

Natsuki took the chance to bring up how he still couldn’t contact Yusuke.

Ginko crossed her arms and hummed thoughtfully for a moment, then spoke as if something had clicked.

“Maybe… he got summoned to another world or something! Just kidding—wait, why are you making that ‘that’s definitely it’ face, Natsuki-kun? No way, seriously? I already had that whole ‘other world via outer space’ nonsense happen to me, and now Yusuke-kun too!?”

“T-That’s actually possible. I mean, God showed up in my dream yesterday, so I figured an isekai event was coming soon…”

“Yusuke went ahead first… honestly, that kid has zero patience.”

“I mean, if it’s a summoning, wouldn’t that be forced?”

As Natsuki started worrying about what to do, Satan—who had just finished cooking—began placing the dishes on the table.

“Alright, alright, forget the other world for now—help with serving, help! And eat properly. If you’re going to run around doing events, you need a full stomach first.”

“…Hey, shitty old man, drop that fake mom mode already!”

Freshly cooked white rice.

Miso soup with soft wheat gluten, rich with the scent of dashi and miso.

Dashimaki tamago, natto, chopped green onions as garnish, and even seasoned seaweed neatly set on the side.

“…Yeah, you’re right. If he’s already in another world, then I can eat first. It’s not like I can go there alone anyway.”

“You’re really fine with that?”

“That’s okay with you?”

Koume and Ginko both looked a bit exasperated, but Natsuki figured panicking wouldn’t help anything, so he decided to have breakfast first.

Satan had carefully laid out the meal.

His mom would probably be waking up any moment now.

“Oh my, good morning, everyone. My, my, Satan-san’s cooking looks absolutely delicious.”

“Hahaha, Haruko-san—of course it does.”