31:The mother of the demon king of tyranny
"My Anos-chan has already brought a bride homeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" Izabela's voice echoed throughout the house.
The reactions from the other three varied. Misha tilted her head to one side and asked softly, "...Is that me...?" Rimuru tried hard not to laugh out loud, while Anos covered his face with his hand and replied, "No, sorry about this Misha. She tends to misunderstand way too much. Hey, Mother, stop jumping to misleading conclusions."
"…..I see...," said Misha.
"It's fine, it's fine, Anos-chan. Anos-chan's happiness is my happiness. Mother does not object..." Izabela said, tears forming as she wiped the corners of her eyes.
'What on earth is going on in your head, Mother? What delusions are running around in there? I'm afraid to hear the answer,' Anos thought internally.
Rimuru, who had calmed down a little, said weakly, "Anos, you should prepare yourself. This is only the beginning."
Anos felt dread wash over him and used his senses to locate someone, but it was too late.
The door to the workshop was thrown open with a bang. "Anos! Good job. As expected. You're a man now!" 'Kuh, this is bad. My father has joined my mom now. I need to calm these two down before they destroy my image,' Anos thought worriedly. But he was unable to move. Just as he was struggling, he saw his nightmares materialize before him.
"Looking back, I remember that you were just born the other day." Anos's father, Gusta, struck a pose and stared out of the window, trying to look cool. "Papa knew that this day would come, but the time still feels a little short. Hahaha," he said, while crying.
"No, this is a joyous occasion. Izabela, tonight is a feast. Let's celebrate loudly." He wiped his tears after a while.
"Un, I know, dear. Anos-chan is starting his new life," his wife, Izabela, joined in.
At that moment, Anos wanted to find a hole to bury himself in and hide for another millennium to escape the embarrassment. Rimuru's full-blown laughter did not help either.
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"Listen up, Anos. The cooking will take about two hours. But since Rimuru is also helping, it would tone down to one. So, you have to hurry up, okay? Even if you let out a loud voice, your mom won't hear it. So do a good job." Saying so, Gusta closed the door to Anos's room, leaving Anos and Misha inside. As for Rimuru, since this was a joyous occasion (for Anos's parents), they requested Rimuru, a master chef, to help with the cooking. Rimuru agreed instantly. With her dragged to the kitchen, Gusta pushed the young couple (in Gusta's eyes) into Anos's room for more privacy. And this led to the present, where the two of them now sat in awkward silence.
"So your parents like to make misunderstandings," Misha said to break the silence.
"I'm sorry, Misha. I'll talk to them later when they've calmed down."
"...Nn...," Misha replied with her usual comeback.
Looking around the room, she asked, "Empty room."
"Well, we moved in here recently, and I originally didn't have much luggage with me," Anos explained, thinking, 'Not that I need it since I could make it.'
"I'm truly sorry for my noisy parents. They don't mean any harm, so please forgive them," Anos apologized again.
Misha shook her head back and forth. "...I'm used to it..."
"Oh yeah, I kinda remember your father is also a loud person. If today's display says anything, I guess there are some similarities between both of them."
"....Different..."
"Ah, sorry, my bad. Are my parents that much worse?"
Misha shook her head again. "...Not my father..."
"Hmm, wasn't that your father this morning?"
Misha shook her head and said, "…..My foster parent….."
"But what about your biological parents?" Anos asked curiously.
"...Busy..." Misha said with an almost imperceptible sadness in her monotone voice.
"I see," Anos said, not knowing what to say. Even in his previous life, though he didn't have biological or foster parents, he still had Rimuru and Ciel, who didn't let him drown in sorrow. But he still longed for parental love, which he got in this life. That's why he wouldn't let his pride get in the way when it came to his parents. That was his dedication to them.
"Anos, is Rimuru your sibling?" Misha suddenly asked, breaking him from his thoughts.
He shook his head and asked, "Why do you say that?"
Misha took a thinking posture and said, "Your parents share the same love for you with Rimuru, and you seem to listen to her like a little brother listens to his older sister."
Anos laughed a little and said, "Hahaha, Misha, you are both correct and incorrect at the same time."
Misha tilted her head curiously.
"Well, Rimuru is not my sibling, but yes, it is true that I look up to her. And it's not wrong to say she is kinda like my childhood friend. Our family is indebted to Rimuru for all she did for us. Although she may not look like it, Rimuru can rival a very high-ranking noble if we take into account her assets. This house is also one of hers. She rented it to us for a cheap price. And my mother just happened to think of her as her own daughter since she was with us all the time."
Misha nodded in understanding.
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~1 hour later~
"Thanks for the meal," said everyone as they started to eat the five-star luxury dishes lined up on the dining room table.
"You two really went extreme, huh?" Anos commented while serving himself some mushroom gratin, which happened to be his favorite.
"Haha, your mother was very excited, so we decided to up our game. And it's not like you're complaining, right?" Rimuru asked with a smirk.
Anos said nothing but hummed happily while enjoying his mushroom gratin. He looked like a little kid having his first ice cream. Misha, who was at the side, was also making a similar expression, unlike her usual expressionless face, showing how delicious the cooking really was.
"Fufu. Though Anos-chan grew so big right away, your face is still like a child when eating," Izabela said happily, seeing Anos enjoying her cooking.
"Oh, by the way, Misha, what part of Anos-chan do you like about him?"
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Anos, who was in a trance, coughed at his mother's question. 'Damn, I almost forgot about that matter due to this heavenly food,' he thought internally.
"Oh, here's some water. Drink this. And be careful, okay?" Rimuru handed him a cup of water.
Thanking her, Anos started to drink it.
"...….His kindness...…," Misha said.
Anos almost spit it out in Rimuru's face, but she quickly erected a barrier to prevent it.
Izabela, the moment Misha finished speaking, strongly made a fist and said, "Right, that's right! Anos-chan is so gentle! Anos-chan was going to come to Deiruheido by himself, but knowing we would be lonely, he asked Rimuru for help."
'Fumu. I see. Is this what's called having a doting parent? It's my first time experiencing it. It's quite embarrassing if she keeps mentioning my black history,' Anos thought.
"...…Filial piety....." Misha said.
"Right, right! Misha-chan understands. As expected of the one Anos-chan chose," Izabela said cheerfully, completely ignoring her son's pleading look to not continue.
"All right. That's enough. Now let's correct this misunderstanding before she says something that makes it even worse."
"Please listen, Mother. You see—"
"Do you want some more mushroom gratin, Anos-chan?"
"What? There's some left? Let's have it. Give me, give me."
Izabela poured some more mushroom gratin into Anos's empty bowl. He started to devour it, completely forgetting his earlier thoughts.
Rimuru, who was eating at the side, thought, 'Heh, as expected, not even a Demon King of Tyranny can win against his own mother.'
"And with that sorted. How did your love with Anos-chan begin, Misha-chan?" Izabela asked, stars shining in her eyes.
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