Demon Noble Girl ~Story of a Careless Demon~

"Cloudy memories......? Teak, do you remember us?

"The harp sounds, the voice is loud. That kid makes me nervous."

"You know, sometimes I remember teak nowadays, and sometimes I forget. She wanted to read pictures and watch movies with you, right? He said the heat could be mixing those memories and making them indistinguishable from reality."

"Is that... not going to heal?

"The doctor said it would settle down over time..."

"Teak is not originally physically sturdy, and don't try to force me to remind you. 'Cause I might get unnecessarily confused and fever again."

"Yeah......"

"Okay, Dad."

... the conversation was heard from the living room.

What I was talking about was your father and your mother, your brother and your sister.

If you don't want me to ask you for now, you just need to keep your voice down a little......

"... Phew..."

I was going to head from the top of the stairs to the living room below, sighing lightly into the voice of my family and pointing my foot in my room where I had been sleeping until just now.

The room is plain far away. It's two floors, but there are six rooms upstairs, so I think it's a pretty big house.... Was it a house like this?

But I feel far away, because I'm small.

I'm a five-year-old little girl, only as tall as a door knob......

“Yuzu."

Cloudy memories... Sure, I didn't know my name until they called me, but the mixed memories were also very real.... Did you see a movie like that?

But it does remind me more every time I look in the house or meet my family. Still not all of them. Many times I didn't recall being shown pictures.

I wonder if I can have a decent life like this.

Yesterday, after I saw your room and cried, I didn't even remember that the girl was your “sister”. I was escorted back from the office by my father and mother in a big hurry, and I was taken to a college hospital.

So the doctor said something about my memory, and I felt like 'yes', but my parents (both of them) were quite wolfish.

Well, since I'm only five, if I live normally from now on, my memories of being a mess will also be anointed with new memories.... if I were a regular five-year-old.

What do you say yourself, but you're not childish because you have weird memories.

In a fragmented scene of cloudy memories, there were times when I was in uniform and going to middle school, or when I was blonde, I was like a Western castle.

If I had cared and grown up like a child because of it, I was forced to go straight to bed wondering if I was still sick.

That's why I'm so free right now. Because until you calm down, your room's picture book and TV are sealed.

I went downstairs because I didn't have the fever, but I couldn't sleep, and then my family was just talking about it.

Well, it's nice to be back in your room, but I really don't have anything to do. Sleeping in bed with adults is not on my candidate.

In the meantime, I decided to take a look at myself in the way I was in your room. 'Cause you didn't remember your face well either.

"... oh, this is my face"

When I reflected myself in the mirror, a brunette girl in a light peach negligee was there.

I'm glad you were more memorable or more accepting of your appearance than I thought you would be... If I look at myself in the mirror and feel uncomfortable, all I feel is anxiety about the rest of my life.

I wasn't that worried because your sister was so cute, but my face is tidy for toddlers too.... as unnatural.

I knew it was an array...... If you're quite rich, your face will be neat because your beautiful daughter-in-law and son-in-law are coming.

But my eyes are saucey... Even though my sister is normal like her mother, my eyes were slightly drooling, resembling my late grandmother.

Looks a little sleepy to me. I see. As soon as this happens, go to sleep. They'll tell you to go to sleep.

Well, okay. You look like a grown-up lady because her hair is crunchy dark.

"Oh, Yuzu, you have to be asleep."

With that in mind, my sister, who came into my room, found me in front of the mirror and shouted out loud.

"Harp... sister?

When I spoke out a little less confident, Harp's sister looked lonely for a moment... but she immediately put her smile back and held me up. Surprisingly powerful.

"That's right, it's Harp's sister ~. Let's go to bed for teak, hey"

"... because I'm not sleepy"

"Well... then I'll just bring you one picture book"

Takagaki, my sister. Third grade attending private secondary school, fourteen. You're quite apart from me and my age.

As you can see, your sister is kind to me. That seems to be due to having a lonely childhood because your father and mother were too busy working to get home much.

I have some help, but I'm not living in it, so I'm leaving in the evening.

Because I was often alone with my two year old brother in this large house, the two were so happy to have more family members named me that they adored their separated sister, day and night.... Apparently.

I don't know very well because I have vague memories around there. Still, I can easily imagine if you were so cute at the moment.

"Grapefruit, I brought you some pudding."

When I headed to the door to pick up the picture book my sister harp was serving, another person who spoiled me came into the room with the pudding in one hand.

Tagaki Daiko (aunt). My brother. Sophomore in private high school, sixteen.

Uh... no knocks? This is a girl's room, brother.

There's no such thing as privacy for a five-year-old.

"Ah, brother, that's what I was supposed to give to Yuzuko later."

"Eh, everyone's good. You didn't buy the harp, did you?

Then I'll feed the teak half of it.

When was it decided to be fed?

Pudding...... I haven't felt anything in a very long time. Of course there's no such thing as a toddler who doesn't like pudding, so you'll be happy.

With that said, I've only eaten sports drinks that haven't tasted good since I woke up and porridge that doesn't taste good. Yet my stomach hasn't decreased at all. I just don't realize it myself, am I still sick?

"Here, Yuzuko, Ah-shin"

"... ahhh"

It's a little embarrassing. Because I'm unconscious as a five-year-old or as a sister, but no matter how many brothers, it's going to be lit up to do that from boys my age.

But I'll take it.

"... ugh."

"Delicious?

"... ugh, ugh"

... Shit. What is this...... Tastes good?

I thought the heat was driving my taste crazy, but the heat is already down, and I feel the taste of eggs, milk and sugar properly.

I wonder what to say...... From the pudding, it feels like the “richness” and “flavor” of the milk and eggs have been removed beautifully. I wonder if the porridge your help made also had a proper delicious flavour...... Don't eat too much. I might have left it behind and done something wrong.

"You want some ice cream next?

"It's just cold stuff. Break your stomach. Your sister will bake you a hot cake."

"Ugh! It's okay. I'm getting sleepy after eating it."

To the delightful suggestion of my sisters, I shake my head all the way. I'm sorry, I can't go any further.

I guess the ice cream is soft sugar ice and the hot cake only feels like a sweet flour grill.

I knew... I'm weird.

I have knowledge and wisdom that I shouldn't know. I'm not hungry. I don't even know what food tastes like.

My harp sister accompanied me to bed on a fancy bed in your room until I fell asleep, but she smelled like a very sweet fruit...

I felt it looked very “delicious"......