And when demons asked her directly, “Chairwoman, who is your husband?”
“You’re late,” she said, crossing her arms. But her ears twitched with warmth. ameri ichinose husband
This was their life. No grand wedding. No public announcement. Years ago, after the Six Fingers fell and peace finally held, Iruma had asked her not as a chairman or a hero, but as himself: “Ameri, would you mind if we didn’t tell anyone? I don’t want to be ‘Demon King’s aide married to the Border Control chair.’ I just want to be yours.” And when demons asked her directly, “Chairwoman, who
“The new first-years at Babyls staged a revolt during the Harvest Festival,” he replied, stepping inside without formality. “Had to talk them down with a cooking competition.” No grand wedding
“Of course.” He set the pastries on her table. “They needed the win more than I did.”