The Incompetent Noblewoman Marries the 'Devil of the Far East' as a Substitute Bride—Told by Her Parents to 'Die in Place of Your Sister,' She Left the House, but Her New Family Turned Out to Be Wonderful and She's Happy - Episode 2.7

“Rei. Empty stomach.”

Kyuuru… A cute sound comes from Zashiki-warashi stomach.

“Would you like something to eat?”

“Kuuh. Onigiri!”

“Is it rice balls?”

“Yeah. Totally. Rice balls. Absolutely.”

Come to think of it, when I borrowed Mr. Tōtetsu stomach, I once made rice balls for him.

It seems I was being praised.

“Totetsu. Rice balls. Won’t give. Stingy.”

“Are you friends with Tōtetsu?”

“Best friends. Like an oni and a demon.”

It seems like they get along very well.

They say that the closer you are, the more you fight.

Well, that aside, it seems that Zashiki-warashi is hungry.

Then, I have to make it for him. After all, this person usually lends me his super luck ability.

Thanks to my super luck ability, I have manifested the miraculous combo of ability nullification plus mimicry copy.

Moreover… meeting Satoru-sama was surely thanks to this person’s extraordinary abilities.

I have to thank them.

“Understood. Then, let’s go to the kitchen.”

“Baku-so-kyodai, let’s go!”

After a while.

We came to the kitchen.

“It’s a stove.”

“Yes. The black-clad staff always cook delicious rice for us.”

“Slurp. Hurry up.”

“Please wait a moment.”

I stand in the kitchen and quickly make rice balls.

“Rei. Teigiwa. Nijumaru.”

“In the western continent, I was also made to prepare meals.”

suddenly.

I had something on my mind.

“Um… Zashiki-warashi, you’re my past life, right?”

“Yeah”

“So, that means you’ve been by my side ever since I was born, right?”

“Yeah!”

I was born in Saiga’s house.

There, I was being treated terribly. …Even though I have such incredible luck, why did I have to go through something so awful…?

“Rei. Are you done yet?”

“Oh, it’s already done.”

I was able to make the rice balls quickly.

“Whoa~”

Zashiki-warashi-san’s eyes sparkle as they look at the plate of rice balls on the kitchen table.

“Good? Eat. Good?”

“Please”

“Yay”

Zashiki-warashi holds rice balls in both hands and munches on them.

“Delicious!”

Nom nom nom, one after another, I keep eating the rice balls.

“You’re not good enough.”

Understood.

There was still rice in the rice container.

Amano-san said I can use the rice as I like.

You can just cook today’s lunch later.

I will make several rice balls and offer them to Zashiki-warashi.

“Rei. Cooking skills. Twenty points. This is… a good match.”

Thank you very much.

I was praised by the Zashiki-warashi.

To the amazing demon, her. Quite… happy.

“Hey, Rei. Good morning.”

“Lord Satoru. Good morning!”

In the kitchen, Satoru-sama entered.

Just seeing Satoru-sama face makes my heart race and fills me with happiness.

The power of love is amazing. Just having someone you like can make you so happy.

“I came back from the night patrol and haven’t eaten anything. It’s almost noon, and I’m starving. Rei, could you share that rice ball with me?”

“Of course! Sounds good, right… wait, what?”

Zashiki-warashi has disappeared.

I was just there a moment ago.

“Rei? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, no…”

Would it be alright to give Zashiki-warashi share to Satoru-sama?

“I’m taking it.”

“Ah”

Satoru-sama takes a bite of the rice ball…

“Cough! Cough cough!”

He suddenly started coughing.

“Sour…!”

“Huh? S-salty…?”

When Satoru-sama snapped back to reality, he shook his head with a smile.

“It’s, it’s fine. Rei. Having this much saltiness is, um… good. For a tired body… yeah…”

Satoru-sama, sweating profusely.

Ah, you’re clearly overdoing it…!

“I’m s-sorry…!”

Turn on the faucet and let the water flow. Fill the teacup with water and hand it to him.

Satoru-sama took the teacup from me and drank the water vigorously…

“Cough! Cough cough!”

“Master Satoru!”

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine, the water almost went down the wrong pipe… cough cough cough!”

Me rubbing my back.

“Rei… thank you…”

“No… um… was the rice ball too salty?”

“Well, yeah… that’s true. It was quite salty.”

“There’s too much salt…”

I didn’t intend to put in that much salt.

Zashiki-warashi-san ate the same thing and was fine, so…

“Kyakkya”

Suddenly, when I glanced at the kitchen, Zashiki-warashi was sitting there.

Pointing at Satoru-sama, they were laughing heartily.

No way.

This person is…?

“Surprise! Major success! Wow, we got one! Hooray!”

As I thought…!

“Rei. What is this youkai…? I can’t sense any malice from it, even though it’s a youkai. It feels strange.”

“Ah, um… it’s Zashiki-warashi.”

“Huh…? This is…? It’s completely different from the appearance depicted in the Mugura Mizuki Yokai Encyclopedia…?”

Mr. Mizuki Takahashi is said to be a famous yokai painter.

“That. Our. Past. Appearance. Embarrassing.”

“Rei. Can you understand what this guy is saying? With your high level of spiritual sensitivity, being able to communicate with divine spirits, you might be able to.”

……Huh?

Satoru-sama, you can’t talk to demons, can you?

Surely, during the Suiko Suiko battle, I was talking to that guy…

“Ah, um… earlier, the prank was a huge success. And, the one in the Pokédex is its old form.”

“It’s a prank…!”

Veins bulge on Satoru-sama’s forehead.

“Did you put a ton of salt in Rei’s rice balls?”

“I dislike perceptive kids like you.”

Z-Zashikiwarashi-san… How could you play a prank on Satoru-sama?

“Th-that’s not good, you know. Playing tricks on people…”

“Why? Mischief. Fun. Teasing. So much fun!”

Speaking of which, earlier you were playing pranks on Akino Akino-san and having fun.

Could it be… that they like pranks?

“You bastard! You’re mocking and ridiculing me, aren’t you?!”

“Teasing Master Takagi-san”

“Take that! Ptooey!”

The moment Satoru-sama tried to pounce on Zashiki-warashi-san, he unfortunately slipped.

“Are you okay?!”

With the curse lifted, I immediately try to treat Lord Satoru.

“It’s okay. I fell spectacularly, but I don’t feel any pain at all. It’s a strange sensation.”

Phew… That was close.

But what do you mean there’s no pain even though you fell?

“Home. Yeah. Govern. Yoma. Yeah. Hmm. Freedom and independence.”

Hehe, Zashiki Warashi-san laughs defiantly.

“Sorry. Son. Interesting. Worth teasing. Twenty.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying, but I can tell I’m being insulted!”