Our Meowi Is The Demon King!?

……

Thinking of her, Yu Seha missed Peng Jin-ah.

He could still vividly feel her coming into his arms.

Her unique, warm body heat and sweet scent. Her pride collapsing into anxious eyes, yet refusing to cling because she was an adult—a mentor.

All of it shook him.

He put a hand to his chest for a moment.

It pounded hard.

Faster than usual.

It wasn’t limited to Peng Jin-ah alone.

Even when he set Meowi on his lap,

When he pinched Moon Bora’s cheek,

When he smoothed Ju Na-young’s crown,

His heartbeat ran stronger than normal.

He wasn’t completely oblivious.

He didn’t indulge in outdated harem-protagonist thoughts like, Why is this happening?

He thought, perhaps this is it…

The Demon King gave a blunt answer.

“So that’s what it is.”

“Ah, stop! Don’t say such vulgar things!”

What the—!

What are you talking like an animal!

The Demon King chuckled, mischievous like an older brother.

He clicked his tongue. He’d had older comrades once, so he wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with that disposition.

“By the way…is it really okay for me to do this?”

“…Can I really hold everyone in my arms?”

He knew the children’s hearts well.

He could no longer turn away.

Ma Hana’s secret confession in the middle of the night, Moon Bora’s shy kiss on the terrace, Ju Na-young’s passionate feelings clashing on the dusk-lit hill, and Peng Jin-ah’s confession with a kiss on his cheek.

Of course he knew.

Not everything was finished yet.

Moon Ha-yeon remained, and the Sword Ghost remained.

But he couldn’t keep hiding behind fear of the future as an excuse, and he wasn’t afraid of them anymore.

So, carrying the past on his back, Yu Seha—who had run looking only at today—found himself, at some point, dreaming of the distant future.

The most important thing in that future was his relationship with the children.

“I’m still not entirely certain.”

Whether he deserved to be loved like this,

Whether he could hold so many people in his arms,

Whether he could be connected with them and form bonds,

Whether he could have children—he couldn’t decide.

He knew how absurd it sounded.

If anyone else heard, they’d call it the complaints of someone with too much and scold him, but it mattered deeply to him.

His life had always been a series of struggles; he was someone who felt grateful just to get through each day alive.

For him, forming a connection with someone he loved was both thrilling and terrifying.

No matter how strong he became, how great, or how high he rose…he was, in the end, an unlucky boy who didn’t really understand what love was.

He fell silent.

He expected the Demon King to scold him—tell him to snap out of it.

Instead, it replied as if it understood.

“…? Huh. You’re not scolding me? I sound ridiculous even to myself, given how blessed I am.”

“……”

Turning away—

At that word, he thought naturally of a woman.

The snow-woman with white hair he’d visited in the hospital recently: icy cold on the surface, warmer-hearted than anyone.

He didn’t bring it up.

Then the silent Tyrant spoke up.

“…A good method?”

[Tyrant: Hmm, what example should I use. Yes—Moon Bora, that modest, clever, shotacon-loving girl, would be a good example.]

He tilted his head, then flinched at the next words.

“……”

No need to ask what that meant.

He mulled it over and answered.

“I’d be a little annoyed. Uncomfortable…”

“Yes?”

At times like this, abandon reason and ask your honest nature—the answer will come.

Every single one was precious, without exception.

He didn’t want to give any of them to anyone else. He wanted to monopolize them all.

“……”

A dizzying conversation between two transcendent beings.

He chuckled and stood.

“Let’s head back now.”

After locking all the lights and doors of the training ground,

his body shifted swiftly.

He already transformed into a crow and flew vigorously out the window.

Late at night after training, returning to the dormitory, he thought he’d wash up quickly and go to bed early.

Knock knock.

A faint meow reached him.

He opened the door without asking who it was.

An angelic furball stood there.

“Meowi?”

“Mua, Seha.”

In pajamas and clutching a pillow, she looked like she planned to sleep over, so he let her in.

But then she said she had something to say, deployed a noise-canceling artifact around them, and made a shocking confession.

He’d been listening without much thought until he choked.

“Gak, gak!”

“Mu, muaa! Are you okay?”

“Uh, uh…sorry, but I’ll ask again to make sure I heard correctly.”

He looked at Ma Hana—the small girl lit by the full moon—and asked softly.

“…Are you really…

A descendant of the Demon King?“

Thirty minutes later, Ma Hana swallowed so hard her Adam’s apple bobbed.

In truth, she’d wanted to confess for a long time.

Even if she couldn’t tell anyone, she had to tell him.

So now she confessed for the first time.

She told Yu Seha—her pillar of trust—about the friends who always accompanied her, Moon Bora and Ju Na-young, even secrets she hadn’t told Im Hye-ja, who raised her like a mother.

That showed how much she trusted him.

Sitting on the sofa, she hugged his back. She was small and precious, softer than usual.

The scent of shampoo and the slightly underdeveloped fluff of her back were addictive.

He buried his nose there and nuzzled.

“…I’m sorry, Seha. I meant to tell you earlier, but I couldn’t find the timing.”

He’d suddenly regressed to infant levels.

There was no way she could blurt, ‘Muaang! I’m the Demon King!’ in that state.

“It seemed like the perfect time…since vacation is coming.”

“…I see. Hey, Meowi?”

“Meow?”

He regarded Ma Hana with an awkward expression.

“It’s all fine, but do you have to tell me in this form?”

“Meow! You promised! One hour a day! You’ll transform anytime.”

“Well…sigh.”

He sighed. He’d activated Complete Devour and taken the form of an adorable child.

He wasn’t doing it because he liked it, but because the kids had begged him so much. They’d set rules, and he’d promised.

He clicked his tongue and sank into thought while she held him.

A Demon King…

That single fact made a lot of things click. It felt like various foreshadowing threads were linking together.

But for now, none of that mattered.

He dispelled the child’s form, returned to normal, and sat beside her.

He put a hand on her head and said what he most wanted to say.

“You’ve been suffering alone, haven’t you?”

She trembled slightly.

Words she’d wanted to hear so much.

She couldn’t speak and began to cry.

‘Muaaa…’

She knew; she believed him. He didn’t press her at all.

Whether she was the Demon King or anything else, to him she was simply someone precious.

She sobbed while he comforted her.

After a moment he linked his arms and nodded.

“Indeed, indeed a Demon King… I can accept that.”

“Mu, mua?! So Seha had suspected it from before?”

“Yeah, you were just too cute.”

“Meow?”

“Meowi, listen well: our Meowi’s cuteness wasn’t angelic cuteness!”

“Muaa?!”

“Our Meowi was demonic cuteness!”

“Muuuaaaang!”

He suddenly stood, slipped his hands under her armpits, and with a heave lifted her up with a ‘Roongcat!’

Then he spun her round and round.

“Yes, that’s right; it’s even in the records. Angels often look frightening and off-putting, while demons adopt a cute and lovable appearance to win favor.”

Our Meowi’s killer cuteness surpassed even angels!

He kept spinning. Ma Hana floated, laughed, and didn’t resist at all.

“Cute like a demon, kind like an angel, our Meowi~”

“Mua~”

At first surprised, Ma Hana felt happiness and warmth from his words.

She smiled a miaow-like smile and landed in front of him.

He approached and put a hand on the crown of her head again.

“Meowi, don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

She smiled faintly.

That single line made her little worries vanish.

With a thud, she clung to his chest.

“Thank you…”

“Mm!”

“And actually there’s one more thing I need to confess: there’s an item Cha Yeo-joo gave me…on it is something that reveals the truth about my parents and me.”

“…?! Really? Then will you show it now—”

“—But before that!”

She cut him off, as if to say ‘That’s one thing, and this is another.’

Confident, she made a demand.

“Mua! An hour hasn’t passed yet. Hurry and transform into Super Ultra Kawaii Shota Seha. Oh, and long hair as a bonus. I’ll braid it.”

“……”

“Come on, Seha. Answer?”

“……Yes.”