"---- morning, huh?

　I slowly sit up and look at my reflection in the window pane.
　A small, soft hand, pure white skin, black hair, it was definitely the figure of a human child.
　I look at my reflection, which has become familiar to me, and mutter to myself.

It's been ten years since then, hasn't it?

　Scratching my head, I get up from the bed.
　After being defeated by a hero, I was reborn as a human.
　As an ordinary child from a very ordinary family among humans.
　I still have the memories and abilities I had when I was a demon king, but I can hardly use them in the body of a human child.

　But it was fortunate that he was reborn as a human.
　In the world of demons, power is everything, and the weak are despised and either eaten or used.
　So I had no choice but to become strong.
　But in the human world, I could live a peaceful life if I could get around.
　In my previous life, I was lifted up by the people around me and fought against strong enemies, but this time it will not happen.
　---- I will live this life in peace and tranquility.

　With renewed determination, I slapped my face with both hands and looked around the room.
　This humble room with a wooden floor and a small study desk is my room now.
　I stood up and put on my pants and sleeved up the ragged clothes I had stored in the closet.
　I opened the door and went down the stairs to the kitchen where there was a stove.
　He put a piece of fire stone in the stove and lit it on fire.
　This is a kind of cinder that is produced when a magician smelts magic stones, and the common people use it to make fire.
　I could have used magic to light the fire, but of course I wouldn't have done that.
　There is no such thing as a 10-year-old who uses magic.

　I put some oil in a frying pan and start cooking the dried meat I bought the other day.
　As soon as you hear the sound of oil splashing, put in the eggs that you also bought.
　Cover the pan with a lid and keep it warm for a while, and the fried egg is ready.
　When I put it in the plate, a nice smell softly tickled my nose.

Oh, that's a good smell. Ranga.

　A middle-aged man with disheveled clothes stepped into the kitchen.
　The man yawns loudly as he walks up to me and puts his hand on top of my head.
　He put his hand on my head, stroked it and ate the fried egg I was cooking.
　This man is my father, Daryl Valiant.
　He is a city guard, a slacker who likes to drink and gamble, and divorced his mother three years ago.
　He's been living in this house with me ever since.
　When I see my father munching on a fried egg without noticing my disgusted gaze, I make an annoyed face.

"Oh, no, Dad. You can't eat my fried egg without permission.

　I said, raising my voice slightly and using childish words.
　Adults want children to be weak and adorable.
　If you respond to them, they are less likely to make waves.
　Over the course of my long human life, I've learned, and my father has fallen right into my act.
　He didn't seem to notice my thoughts at all and laughed gaily.

"Gahhh, men get bored wilder than that. Ranga, if you're a man, don't be a pussy! You'll be able to get a lot more out of it than you think.

　But my father doesn't seem to like my attitude.
　Yes, the former demon lord Ranga had become a legend as a powerful enemy who single-handedly tormented the heroes.
　Alone and without a weapon. It is said that he is still popular even today because of his fair and honest fighting style that is not typical of demons.
　...... It's hard to say that the other Four Heavenly Kings simply hid their weapons and dispersed all of their men.

I'm off then!
Have a good day!

　Dad finished eating and went to work before I did.
　As I saw him off, I packed my breakfast and started to get ready.

"Well, let's go.

　I put on my cheap leather shoes, opened the door, locked it and ran out.

"Good morning, Ranga.
"Good morning, Ranga." "Good morning, florist! Good morning, flower girl!
Oh, Ranga! It's a beautiful day!
Good morning, butcher! Good morning, butcher! I hope you sell a lot today!

　"Good morning, butcher! I hope you sell a lot of meat today!" I greet people on the street as I go through the shopping district.
　It's good to be friendly with your neighbors.
　They can be your allies in case something happens, and sometimes you can get some leftovers.
　They are all very nice people.

　After passing through the shopping district, our destination came into view.
　---- Gruyere Church Seminary.
　This is a school where the church takes care of the children of the city.
　In addition to reading and writing, the school teaches simple sports and the basics of social life.
　As a former demon, it's been quite useful for me to learn about human society.

"Good morning, Ranga!
Good morning.
Ranga, let's kick some balls!
"Oh, I'm not going to lose!

　We exchanged innocent greetings with the kids as we walked into the school.
　Shortly after I entered the classroom and took my seat, the church bell rang, signaling the beginning of class.

　A few moments later, the door rattles open and a woman dressed as a nun walks in.
　Sister Clare. She is the homeroom teacher for this class.
　She slowly looks around at everyone and then smiles.

"Good morning, everyone!
"Good morning, Miss Claire!



　As if in response, the children raised their hands in unison and responded cheerfully.
　Ms. Claire looked at them with satisfaction and nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, everybody's fine! So, let's spend another happy and hardworking day under the blessings of God.
"Yes!
"Okay, let's begin the lesson. First, open your theology textbook to page 27: ---- The Lord said, "To go through the darkness, let your heart be lighted. ......

　Ms. Claire opened her mouth elegantly and began to read the textbook as if she were singing.
　Most of the theology content was about honoring God. Do good works. Forget the evil heart. ......
　The textbook concludes with the words, "Give thanks to God," which is just like a seminary.
　Still, it is ironic that I, a demon, should be attending a seminary.

"Okay, then, Ranga-kun. Please read the rest of this article.

　The next thing I knew, Professor Claire was staring at me and smiling meaningfully.
　Apparently, she saw through my blank stare.
　Everyone else laughed, too.
　But that didn't mean they weren't listening.
　I was certainly thinking, but only briefly aware.

"The Lord said. A wind rises from the valley floor and sweeps the sky. Then a loud whistle will sound from above, and the world will be filled with love. That is the gospel. Thank God for that.

　As I finished reading the rest of the story, the classroom fell silent.
　Curious, I asked Ms. Clare.

"Um, can I go now?
"Yeah, yeah. ...... I'm going to go on to the next chapter, then.

　I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's a good idea.

Ranga, that was an ancient text, wasn't it? When did you learn that?
(Ah, ......)

　Renton's words finally convinced me of everyone's attitude.
　Perhaps Ms. Clare had given me a difficult problem to warn me of my stupidity.
　However, she must have been stunned when I solved it so easily.
　The ancient text was a common language of the demon tribe, so I must have read it in a normal way.

It was just a coincidence! My dad knew about it and told me about it.
(Really? Ranga's father is an archeologist? That's awesome!
(Hahahaha ......)

　I laughed at Renton's words and faked it.
　I can't help but show my demon habit.
　It's not easy to act like a normal kid.