MaruMA:Volume13:Who's the Demon King's future Queen?...!
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Who's the Majesty's Maou's future Mate?...![edit]
Mirror's Depth
Who's the Majesty's Maou's future Mate?...!
Short Story
Part 1[edit]
“This isn’t good”, I thought at that moment, but I was already late.
Murata expression changed when he passed by the businessman.Then, the two of us crashed into each other, Murata, and I lost our balance and we fell twenty-five stairs downwards
My name is Yuri Shibuya , which doesn't mean golden snow or alchemist gold. Today, I had gone to meet with my friend at the gate of the ticket office of district’s train station . The time was five sixteen on February 13 a Saturday.
Usually, I am very punctual; it’s rare that I arrived even two minutes after the appointment. But this time I was climbing slippery stairs two by two, after covered with last night’s snowfall.
My classmate during seventh, eighth ,ninth grade from junior high school, Ken Murata , he had worn cute camel colored coat with double flaps and a black scarf. As it seemed, we weren't going to meet at ticket office gate. He began coming down the stairs.
I remembered, he had just finished his final exams. Carrying the briefcase like backpack containing his schoolwork on his left shoulder, holding it place with one hand.
-- Stop, Murata! It’s dangerous; you are going to fog up your glasses.
-- No, Shibuya, it’s the other way are around. The reverse makes fog; when you pass from a cold place to hot one, like when you eat noodles.
He said at the foot of the stairs, just arriving at half-time. As, I squat clutching the handrail, while desperately inhaling cold air into my lungs.
-- Hey… sorry for being late
-- No you aren’t late
-- But it was I who asked you to accompany me to check the bookstores! Don’t you know that in situations like this, I should arrive 15 minutes before at the agreed place and be waiting for you?
-- What are you saying, eh?
Murata glasses reflected a surprised expression, before patting me on the back, whacking my jacket.
I hope, you won't give me such a pleasant speech when you take me to see baseball.
But you like baseball?
Nevertheless, although he is going to show me a finest reference book list for me, it’s not going to be a enjoyable date being with a friend. Afterwards, we decided that to go somewhere to warm up. We would go see the book stores close to the station…all so we wouldn't be due disgraceful results on the monthly exams.
Of course, it was I who had disappointing scores. The worst scores since I started high school, and with final exams are just around the corner, depending on the results it could be that one again cold experience what it was like live as a freshmen.
The words which could bench someone’s heart, repeat, repeat, repeat, strike out for a year!
Ah, you only say words that make me feel horrible.
But the story gets better. This year I hadn't an appropriate surrounding for me to concentrate. I was transported into a world where the people welcomed me as I became their demon king. Mange and prevent disputes, militant groups waiting for my life, and without any mental preparation to face the great leaders of other countries. Now, I wasn’t more than a boy from high school baseball team. Soon, I was the center of foreign diplomatic relations. As well as domestic incidents y international incidents which were starting to accumulate on top each other, war intentions were sparking and I had to smolder the flames. So, the baseball boy of sixteen years of age had a tough year without any time to study.
-Well, I know your situation, and maybe because of this your grades have been so low.
That was what I said Murata when I confessed over the phone of possibility of me repeating a year. Also, he was the second most important person there, but his more were more stable. – Still you haven’t talked to your parents?
--What! What you want to say to them. Thank for your concern mom and dad, but I became a fine king.
--I don’t believe that’ll generate any sympathy.
--That’s not going to work. Even though you say that the problem is my parents; the problem is my elder brother.
The rearing of the children in the Shibuya’ home was not very strict. In spite of that my brother….
Since he was small up to even today, there has been a different reaction from my parent when seeing the grades of my Elder Brother. Holding o to his exams and his essays, though even before that my mom had started the endless unpleasant speech about how my grades were below college standards. In the end she will say “you are my imperfect clone”, etcetera, etcetera, even though scientific ethics are opposite to the cloning process, even though it was counterproductive to continue laughing about my failure.
If I actually do repeat a year, no this isn't subject which I want to discuss.
-…Defiantly, she will kill me.
- Nonsense
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