DXD: Inconvenient

(...Continuing)

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.Upon hearing his explanation, she raised an eyebrow and looking at him doubtfully asked.

"A club, what kind of club is this?"

Looking at her with a calm face, he replied.

"A club where people fight."

Upon hearing his response, she just looked at him with an unreadable look and a thoughtful murmur.

"Hmm..."

Without waiting for her to say anything, he continued, one hand going to his hair and smoothing it back as he continued.

"And this mutually beneficial agreement means that we will help each other in our efforts, which leads to why yesterday I looked so tired, I had a demonstration fight and the girl I fought was much stronger than me."

Myako blinked her eyes processing the words she heard, then asked in doubt.

"Wait, you fought a girl?"

Without changing his expression, he replied calmly.

"Yes."

Upon hearing the confirmation, she asked again.

"Then why did you look so tired, don't tell me you lost?"

Still keeping his face calm, he replied.

"Yes, I lost."

Upon hearing this, she looked at him in surprise, her face with an expression of disbelief, her eyebrows raised and her mouth slightly open, apparently having difficulty processing this information.

Following his wife's reaction of disbelief, Francisco looked at his son in surprise as he asked.

"Did you lose? To a girl?"

Micael just nodded in response to his father.

"How?"

Francisco asked once again, still in processing.

Shrugging his shoulders, Micael answered him.

"She was stronger."

Francisco nodded slightly upon hearing this, looking away for a moment, then looked back at Micael with a raised eyebrow as he asked.

"How tall was she? And how heavy was she?"

Micael replied in a calm tone.

"She's shorter than Mari and weighs less, obviously."

"Smaller...and less heavy?"

Francisco repeated what he heard, with his face in a calm mask.

With a slight nod of his head, Micael responded in a simple tone.

"Yes."

Upon hearing the confirmation, Francisco remained silent, only he knew what he was thinking, his face had an indecipherable calm, until it wasn't anymore.

His face began to contort, the corner of his mouth twitching rapidly as if he was trying to stop him, as did the muscles around his eyes.

Until he could no longer contain himself, his muscles released to result in a free laugh.

"Pfff-ahahahaha!!!..."

With a laugh as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world, Francisco laughed heartily, shamelessly mocking his own son.

Then, pointing to Micael, his eyes watering with amusement, he spoke.

"You lost!...to a girl!...Smaller than your sister!-aaahahahaha!!!..."

After saying that, the man continued laughing as if there was no end.

Seeing his father's childish behavior, Micael could only shake his head as he laughed lightly, thinking to himself.

'Never change, old man, never change.'

He remained silent without saying anything, his expression calm with a slight smile as he looked at his father, he didn't need to do anything, after all this man was already screwed.

The sound of Francisco's laughter was the only sound present in the place for a moment, until it was interrupted by the sound of a female voice clearing her throat.

"Kuhum!"

Upon hearing that sound, Francisco immediately stopped laughing, coughing into his fist and glanced sideways at Myako.

With that, his eyes saw a calm face, but a cold look in her eyes that seemed to pierce his soul, he could almost see the demonic face appearing behind his woman.

He knew she wouldn't let this go, so that she wouldn't argue with him later, he decided to appeal to his son, then coughing a few more times, he said.

"Cough, cought, you know I'm just joking, right my son?"

He said with a slight smile on his face, his tone calm, acting as if he wasn't blatantly laughing at him just now.

With a slight smile on his face, Micael answered him.

"Yes dad, I know you're just joking."

With his smile slightly widening, Francisco was about to speak before being interrupted by Micael who continued.

"But I still suffered emotional harm, so I hope you apologize."

Micael finished saying, the slight smile still on his face as he looked calmly at his father.

With the corner of his mouth twitching, Francisco looked at his smiling son, knowing full well what he was trying to do.

And indeed, feeling an intense gaze in his direction to the point of making the side of his face tingle, he didn't need to look to know that it was Myako looking at him with coldness and a frightening aura.

Naturally, he knew that she also knew what the boy was doing, but that didn't matter to her, hearing the words spoken by her son was enough for her.

Feeling like sighing at the joke he made because he ended up screwing himself, Francisco thought tiredly, imagining the headache he would have later.

'You brat son of a mother, lucky for you that you are my son.'

Then, once again resisting the urge to sigh, Francisco spoke in a calm tone.

"Alright, alright, I apologize if I overreacted, so will you forgive me?"

With the light harmless-looking smile on his face, Micael replied.

"But of course father, I accept your forgiveness."

Francisco just nodded in silence, feeling the intense gaze that came from the side lessen, then wisely deciding not to look in that direction, he returned to focusing on the book and drinking his coffee while asking.

"But the situation wasn't that bad, right? You don't have any visible bruises."

He asked returning his gaze to him while raising an eyebrow.

Upon hearing his father's question, Micael responded in a good-humored joking tone.

"Well, you could say it was very even, one time she hit me and another time I got hit."

"Really?"

Francisco asked in a dubious tone.

"More or less, I surpassed her in technique and experience and she surpassed me in everything else."

Nodding, Francisco returned his gaze to the book as he said.

"And how are you feeling? Do you feel like your ego or pride has been hurt by losing to a little girl?"

"No, I'm fine anyway, it's just a matter of time before I'm stronger than her."

Smiling a little, Francisco spoke.

"Yeah, I figured you'd say that, but still, is this girl a mutant or something? What did her parents feed her to grow up with, dragon meat?"

Laughing a little, Micael replied.

"Hah~, you could say she has different genetics."

"Yes, that is the most plausible explanation for a girl with those characteristics to beat you."

Francisco spoke, looking at Micael from the corner of his eye, and Micael nodded in response, apparently agreeing with what he said.

And while the two were talking, Myako, who until then had just watched in silence with her arms crossed, finally spoke.

"Alright, you can stop now, let me finish my conversation with my son."

She spoke looking at Francisco, with the man in question gesturing his head as if to say 'go ahead', returning to focus on his book.

Then, doing as she intended, she looked away to Micael, with the boy in question standing in the same place with his hands in his pockets and looking at her.

She looked at him silently for a moment, then, exhaling through her nose, she began to walk, approaching him.

Reaching him, she raised her hands and brought them to his face and touching him, then squeezing a little, causing a pout to appear on his face, she began to speak.

"It's okay my son, if that's really all that happened, I'll believe you, and I didn't mean to be annoying or irritating, I'm just worried about your safety, understand?"

With his head trapped between the hands that pressed his face, Micael nodded in response.

"You know I'm your mother, and it's a mother's thing to always worry about the things her kids do, even if we have to be annoying or annoying, so don't get angry, okay?"

She said with a soft smile appearing on her face, looking up at him.

Upon hearing his question, Micael just nodded his head once again while muttering between his lips in a pout.

"Okay."

"And another thing, if something happens and you feel like you can't solve it on your own, don't hesitate to ask me or your father for help, understand?"

She spoke in a more serious tone, her eyes switching between one eye and the other as she looked at him, in an attempt to demonstrate how serious she was.

Seeing the woman's expression and her actions, Micael still responded calmly.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

She said raising an eyebrow.

With the expressionless look in his eyes, Micael replied

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy."

Myako spoke next, her hand ruffling his hair as she smiled contentedly.

Feeling the hand on his head, Micael's face became completely expressionless, with his gaze changing to a dead look as he looked at the shameless woman in front of him.

Despite clearly seeing the dead look that Micael was giving her, Myako continued stroking his head, knowing very well that he didn't like it when he was treated like a child, so, stopping doing that, she patted his chest as she said.

"Alright, go finish getting ready, you still have class today."

She said as she moved to the couch, grabbing her blazer and bag before heading back to the kitchen.

Walking over to Francisco, she placed a kiss on his forehead before saying, pressing her nail into his shoulder.

"When I arrive we will talk about your attitude, ok, my dear Fransisco?"

Wanting to sigh, the man just turned his head towards her, smiling calmly as he said.

"Of course my dear, of course, have a great job."

Nodding in satisfaction, the woman walked towards the door as she said goodbye.

"Bye you two, see you later."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Reaching the stairs, she shouted towards the second floor.

"Bye Mari! I'm going to work!"

"Bye mom! See you!"

Upon hearing the answer she wanted, she continued walking to the door, opening it and walking through, she waved goodbye one last time as she closed the door.

"Bye bye."

Creak—

With the sound of the door closing, the young man and the middle-aged man looked at it silently for a moment before Francisco said.

"Haiss, this woman, I don't know what to do with her."

Upon hearing his father's words, Micael turned to him as he said.

"Huh? You've been married to her for five years and you don't know what to do?"

Without looking at him, Francisco replied.

"Whether it's five, ten, fifteen or even fifty years, it's not enough time to understand a woman."

Then, looking at him out of the corner of his eye and speaking in an accusatory tone, Francisco continued.

"Besides, I'm in this troublesome situation because of you, what do you have to say in your defense?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Micael replied nonchalantly.

"You started it, deal with it."

With the corner of his eye twitching and a vein bulging on his forehead, Francisco pointed a finger at him as he spoke.

"Listen here, you little brat-"

But Micael interrupted him, taking his hand out of his pocket and raising it as he said, heading towards the stairs.

"I'm going to brush my teeth."

Continuing to quickly climb the stairs, with the sound of his steps echoing.

With his hand raised in a frozen pose, Francisco stood still for a moment before snorting, returning his focus to the book and commenting to himself.

"What a headache, I wonder where he got it from."

The man then went back to reading, pouring more coffee into the cup and drinking it calmly.

Meanwhile, Micael was in his room brushing his teeth.

Finished and rinsing his mouth, he left the bathroom, putting on his blazer and picking up his bag, finally leaving the room after doing all this.

Step after step, going down the stairs, with his foot touching the last step, he returns to the kitchen and is faced with the sight of his father who is no longer alone at this moment.

The man was still sitting at the table with a book in his hand, but his sister is with him now, with the girl in front of the refrigerator.

Seeing that she already had her bag on her shoulders, he asked in curiosity.

"Huh? Aren't you going to have breakfast?"

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