Chapter 313: I’m a Human, Okay?

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Sword and the Ryokus went out in the name of doing patrols. Seeing how they didn’t sent me any selfies or photos this time, Sword, who’s prone to worrying in weird ways, must be searching for the demonkin’s friends.

However, as soon as he got back, he curtly demanded, “Make me some food. I’m hungry.”

Are you some sort of elementary school boy who came home after playing all day, or something!?

…Oh well, whatever. It’s clear from his face that his outing brought no results. I could tell that he wanted to find something for the demonkin.

“Got it. …Demonkin, how about you? Can you eat something at the level of soup?”

“……I think I’ll be able to eat normally,” he replied with a drained voice.

Sword looked at him suspiciously.

“Why are you so exhausted?”

“All my willpower was drained from talking with this girl,” or some such said the demonkin.

How rude. I haven’t drained anything. Only Mr. Fluff.

However, Sword tapped the demonkin’s shoulder with pity written on his face, “I feel you. But, you’ll get used to it. It’ll also train your mental fortitude, so do your best as it’ll steel your nerves to some degree.”

“Shut it. Rather, do something about her.”

The demonkin was quite cold-hearted to Sword, but Sword answered with a grin, “Isn’t that obviously impossible? The girl over there is the strongest in the world when it comes to spiritual and physical prowess. I’m a normal human, so there’s no way I could win against her.”

Sword was saying some weird stuff. In the first place, it’s strange for Sword to describe himself as a normal human.

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The demonkin had fully recovered by now. Before he had been leaning against the backrest while looking listless, but eventually he stood up, changed his clothes and sat down properly.

Having said that, substantial food is still out of the question, I think. I’ll go with fermented potage and cold pasta. Also, a beans-nuts-salad.

Once I swiftly whipped it all up, the demonkin pointed at me while asking Sword, “……Hey, human. That person seems to be using magic, but is that the sort of magic arts humans usually use?”

“I’ve told you, that’s no human. Though I’ll be troubled how to answer if you ask me what else she is. Humans and demonkin have a certain amount of differences, but the differences are boundless when it comes to that person.”

…That person…they aren’t talking about me, are they?

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I finished cooking while ignoring the exchange between Sword and the demonkin.

“I’m done. …Demonkin, is there any food you like or food that will kill you? I hate people leaving any food on their plate. If you don’t eat up everything, I’ll kill you and use you for our next meal. So, tell me ahead of time.”

“…I can eat most things without dying, but are these dishes actually edible?” He responded while eying my cooking critically.

I placed a hand on my chin, pondering.

“……Hmm, I wonder? My demonkin acquaintance didn’t complain about it in any way…”

He didn’t mention anything, but it’s not like I asked either.

But, because it was grown by human hands, it can be eaten normally, right?

As I was tilting my head with my arms folded, Sword suggested, “I think he meant something else, you know? …This girl makes outstandingly delicious food, or rather…she’s the best cook in this country. If you can’t believe that, you’re free to not eat ‘nythin’. But, how ’bout you try some of it first?”

The latter part of his remark was more like him persuading the demonkin.

“You’re right. I’ll dish up a few samples, so you can try it as a test.”

I nodded at Sword’s idea, placed a bit of the food on a plate, and passed it to the demonkin.

Sword received a large serving because he had asked for it. That boozer started to drink ale as I was just dishing up.

…I mean that’s fine and all, but he seriously loves his booze!

The demonkin appeared rather jealous when watching Sword down his ale, so I roared, “It’s out of the question for you! Alcohol accelerates dehydration! You’ll drink your Oral Rehydration Solution!”

Once scolded by me, the demonkin dropped his head in dejection.

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He ate the pasta and salad, and drank the potage.

“Please give me a large serving,” he requested while holding out his empty plate.

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After the meal was over, he asked me with a serious look, “So, if you’re no human, what else are you?”

……

I reflexively ended up staring at him with an appalled look. Sword blurted out some weird stuff and it looks like the demonkin took it at face value.

“I’m a human! Sure, the woman, who gave birth to me, was crueler than an ogre, and the man, who had impregnated her, is more heinous than a demon, but I’m a genuine human! I became like this because I was granted knowledge in my early childhood and since I trained myself thoroughly in order to escape my terrible environment!” I yelled.

Sword murmured, “A human who doesn’t die from gettin’ squarely hit by a dragon’s breath.”

Hearing that, the demonkin froze while staring at me.

I further shouted, “Your training is just lacking! If you train properly, you won’t die from something like a dragon’s breath!”

“”As if!!””

Both men exclaimed simultaneously.

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