Let's Go Hunt a Demon God Together

Eleven was dragged along half of Magnolia by Mira, looking utterly aggrieved, just like a spoiled child being dragged home by his mother for dinner.

In fact, Eleven wasn't powerless to resist. He could take back control whenever he wanted and have Mira carry him away. However, Eleven didn't care much about who was on top or bottom, so he let her be.

Since Mira needed his help, Eleven naturally had to go and see what was going on; he couldn't just leave Mira unattended.

Then, Eleven dragged Mira back to her cave... oh no... home!

"Wow, Brother Eleven, welcome to my home! Come in, come in!"

Upon arriving at the door, Lisanna, now 13 years old and no longer a little girl, immediately ran out to happily greet Eleven.

Eleven was completely bewildered as Lisanna pushed him into the room. He thought Mira was going to take him on a grand mission, but instead, she brought him home. What was she planning?

This was Eleven's first time visiting Mira's house, and he looked around with some curiosity.

The room wasn't too big or too small, probably about the same size as Eleven's little detached house, but it was decorated very warmly, with various little ornaments giving it a cute, girly feel. It was hard to imagine that Mira actually lived here.

In this lovely room, the burly Elfman gave Eleven a silly grin, which was somewhat of an eyesore.

Mira and Lisanna could have lived in the guild's girls' dormitory, but because Mira was worried about Elfman living alone, she and her sister moved out and rented this small building together.

"Hehe, Eleven, what do you think of our house? Isn't it beautiful? Mira really tidied it up nicely to welcome you!" Lisanna habitually grabbed Eleven's arm and started showing him around the rooms with a grin.

"Huh? Mira's inviting me to dinner? Why?"

Eleven asked curiously and began searching for Mira, but Mira hadn't said much since she came in and was now rushing off to the kitchen, leaving Eleven with only a cool back view.

"Huh? Didn't Mira tell you?" Lisanna, somewhat puzzled.

"No, she didn't say what she was going to do, she just dragged me here." Eleven very honest.

Lisanna, speechless, propped her forehead with her hand, displaying a rather precocious air, and sighed, "Sigh, Mira is still so dishonest. How can I, as her younger sister, feel at ease?"

Eleven chuckled and nodded vigorously in agreement. He also thought Mira was sometimes really awkward; even though it was warm inside, she would insist on putting on a cold and aloof act, and he didn't know who she was trying to scare.

"By the way, what did Mira go to do in the kitchen?"

After whispering some bad things about Mira to Lisanna, Eleven glanced towards the kitchen, curious about what Mira was doing inside.

"Of course you're in the kitchen to cook, Eleven! Are you being silly again?" Lisanna mocked Eleven without any restraint.

"Um... Mira can cook?"

Eleven's lips twitched, and the image of Mira wielding a cleaver, laughing maniacally as she hacked at animal carcasses, involuntarily flashed into his mind, sending a chill down his spine.

"Yes, your cooking is delicious," Elfman chimed in, giving her sister a little red flower in return.

"Really? Is it delicious...?" Eleven was skeptical.

After pacing back and forth in the room a few times, Eleven couldn't resist his curiosity and decided to sneak a peek into the kitchen, wanting to see for himself what the fierce-looking Mira was like when she was busy cooking. Although he had already scanned the room with his Spiritual Power, he still couldn't quite believe it.

However, just as Eleven made up his mind to peek out, he bumped right into Mira, who was carrying a plate of food. Mira cried out and fell backward, the plate of food flying into the air.

Fortunately, Eleven reacted quickly, using Telekinesis to teleport back to the dish in the sky, soup and all, without spilling a drop. That was fantastic!

Then, with a cry of "Ouch!", Mira plopped down on the ground...

Eleven was a little embarrassed. He quickly put down the plate he was holding, looked at Mira, and said apologetically, "Sorry, sorry, I was just busy taking the plate. Are you alright, Mira... Mira?"

When Eleven reached out to pull Mira from the ground, he suddenly froze, his mind racing with a question.

Hey beautiful, who are you?

To make cooking easier, Mira had unusually styled her hair in a single ponytail, making her look incredibly youthful and energetic. Perhaps because she had just come from the kitchen, she hadn't had time to put on her usual fierce facade, and at this moment, sitting on the ground rubbing her bottom, she surprisingly had a touch of girlish fragility.

The cropped top she usually wore in the guild was nowhere to be seen; instead, she wore a normal set of home clothes, complete with a kitchen apron, perfectly embodying the image of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

"Um..." Eleven looked up into the kitchen again, wondering if the person there might be someone else who looked a lot like Mira.

However, there was no other Mira in the kitchen; the one lying on the ground was clearly Mira herself.

"Ouch, you idiot! What are you daydreaming about?!"

Suddenly, Mira jumped up from the ground and punched Eleven on the head, looking as fierce as a raging Chihuahua.

Eleven shook his head, then suddenly came to his senses. Seeing Mira's current state, he was relieved. It turned out that his momentary lapse was just an illusion; otherwise, he would have thought Mira had gotten a stomachache from sneaking a bite in the kitchen.

Eleven naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony with Mira; this meal...

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He ate with great satisfaction. Mira's cooking skills were indeed excellent; in Eleven's mind, they were comparable to Miss Maria's.

"Hiccup, Mira, you didn't really need to treat me to dinner. Just tell me what's wrong." Having eaten and drunk his fill, Eleven let out a burp, nestled on the sofa, and looked at Mira beside him, giving her a serious lecture.

Mira, a little embarrassed, blushed and turned her head away, arguing, "It was Lisanna and Elfman's idea; I couldn't argue with them."

Lisanna giggled and chimed in, "Hehe, Eleven, you've helped us so much, we should do something for Eleven, right? Come visit often! Mira is happy to have more people eating here!"

"Haha, I'll definitely come often! Mira's cooking is really delicious, much better than mine!" Eleven immediately agreed shamelessly.

Mira was glaring furiously at her sister, but Lisanna acted as if she didn't see it, smiling and going about her business.

"Mira, what was that mission you said you wanted me to do with you?" Eleven had found his future meal ticket, was naturally in a great mood and paid even more attention to Mira's affairs, since this girl would be his personal chef from now on.

When Eleven asked, Mira stopped her glaring attacks on Lisanna, her expression turned serious, and she began to explain.

"This isn't actually a mission; it's just some intelligence I received that I wanted to investigate."

Is it dangerous?

"Yes, it's probably very dangerous, so I need your help, Eleven."

Mira spoke very bluntly, and Eleven listened as if it were perfectly reasonable. Having grown up together in the guild, they naturally didn't feel that the other was causing them trouble; it was normal to ask for help when in danger.

"What kind of intelligence is it about?" Eleven asked.

"Regarding the demon, a very powerful demon. Eleven, you know my magic; to become stronger, you need to find an even more powerful Satan Soul."

"So, Eleven, can you come with me to hunt a demon god?"