What's wrong with all of them?
She tried to move in by claiming to be my sister, and then she started asking to stay the night for some reason I don't really understand.
And apparently, my parents gave permission for both of them.
It's definitely a crappy game! reality
For the time being, I told Elsie that she was "too lenient as a little sister ."
There are three minimum requirements for a younger sister to be considered a younger sister.
First, the matter.Related by blood
Next, let's share!Family memories
And finally, !!Respect for one's older brother
This is the BMW that makes a little sister truly a little sister!!
Therefore, I have no intention of accepting someone who doesn't meet any of the conditions and is less than a little sister!!
...I think I said that...
"God, I've prepared dinner for you!"
For some reason, she completely misunderstood the situation and changed jobs from "almost a little sister" to "murderous chef."
Even if you try to escape, you'll be restrained by the feather robe!
"I'm actually pretty good at cooking!"
The self-proclaimed demon presented a plate with grotesque fish (?) and shellfish (?) and something resembling pasta on it.
No, it's not just riding, it's writhing around. I can hear some strange screams too.
"We're using fish from the Sanzu River (the river of the dead). We caught a lot of them before coming here!"
"Um, Elsie... I don't think this is right."
"It's okay! These fish are twice as delicious as the ones here!"
"It looks 50,000 times worse! Ugh!!"
My mouth was forced open by the feathered robe, and the contents of the plate were shoved into it.
I'm not gonna die in a place like this!!
"Ogogogogogogogo!!"
...Ogo?
Huh? It's surprisingly tasty!
"How is it, God?"
"...Well, it's...tastier than I expected."
"Right?"
"Whaaat!? Keima-kun, are you okay!?"
"If you were going to worry about it now, I wish you'd stopped it earlier."
"Ahhh, sorry."
"...Well, whatever. I figured you wouldn't have listened even if I'd tried to stop you, right?"
"Y-yes, but... sorry."
"...Haa. Well then, I'll head back to my room..."
"Oh, God! Don't you notice anything?"
"? something?"
"Um, well, look around!"
"Around me? ...Hmm?"
The room is so clean now.
Even I, who don't usually pay much attention to the inside of my room, can say with certainty that it's become clean.
"Did you notice? I cleaned it up!"
"Is this even considered cleaning? It's sparkling clean, like a brand new house!"
"Heh heh, this is only natural!"
After all, I worked as a cleaner in hell for 300 years!
"'300 years!?'"
"Yes, I've known this broom for 298 years."
He looks like he could pass for a high school student, though.
What exactly happens to demons' growth and lifespan?
"Um, how old are you, Elsie?"
"That's a maiden's secret♪"
At least 300 years old, then.
No, I don't think you can start working right after you're born, so maybe it's at an older age?
Well, it doesn't really matter.
"After all, it's a craftsman's skill honed over 300 years!"
For example, if God spilled this food crumb, this magic broom can sweep it up with just one stroke at minimum power!
Saying that, Elsie turned a screw on what she called a magic broom. Was it a power adjustment dial?
Actually, it looks more like you spilled it than I did... but it doesn't really matter.
"Here we go!"
Elsie strokes the floor with her broom. Then...
BOOM
The walls of the house were blown to smithereens.
No, it's not just the wall. The houses on the other side of the wall have been wiped out too.
"...Hey"
"Oh, the power was at maximum."
"Wasn't that broom you'd been using for 298 years!? How could you possibly mess up the controls!!"
You useless demon! What are you going to do about this, ugh!?
Just as I was about to confront the bug that had wiped out not only food scraps but even houses, I was struck by a sharp pain in my lower abdomen.
It wasn't like I was hit by someone or anything like that, it was something much simpler...
"K-Keima-kun!? What's wrong!?"
"Ugh, I need to go to the toilet!"
"Huh? Oh, uh, have a good day."
I ran to the toilet as fast as I could and relieved myself.
"Damn it! It's all because of that pasta earlier! Which one should I be angry at first?!"
I can hear Elsie's voice from outside the door, bowing and saying "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," but this isn't a problem that can be solved with just an apology.
I'm going to live with this thing from now on? No way! I wouldn't have enough lives to survive!!
...We have to do something to get rid of them...