Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 322

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She’s the protagonist of a story that’s unforgettable once you hear it, yet Mitchell Neftis somehow hasn’t remembered. I silently rebuked myself for forgetting, then hoped for blessings upon Luan’s future and anticipated a happy ending.
“So, did you gain any skills at least?”
“I came down with the flu and was bedridden for ten days.”
“….”
So she gained a cold instead of a skill. Well, preparatory skills leading to magic aren’t given to just anyone. Still, I’ve heard that these days everyone’s become a mana user, so the manifestation rate of magical skills has increased.
“And after I recovered from my sickbed,”
“The story isn’t finished yet?”
“Thinking I’d failed because I’d aimed for a difficult skill like Freezing, this time I trained to acquire a Throwing skill like you, Sister.”
Right, I do have a Throwing skill. That’s how I could fling grown men around effortlessly even in this young body. The first adult male I ever threw was probably that rude communist bastard who showed up uninvited at my house.
“For more effective training, I joined the Neftis Children’s Baseball Team as a pitcher.”
“….”
“Remarkably, I led the Neftis Children’s Baseball Team to a national championship.”
Isn’t Luan truly amazing? How could Mitchell not remember a younger sister like this?
“Of course, the Throwing skill never manifested though.”
I felt my heart breaking from the sheer pity of it.
After that, surely Luan must have gained some skill? I hoped she’d acquired an impressive magical skill. After living so diligently, shouldn’t she be rewarded?
“Neftis is the Neftis of magic. If a magical skill manifested, that’s why she was promoted to Duke, right?”
“Yes! It’s very recent, but Luan has become able to use magic too! It’s a truly magnificent skill!”
Right. If that foolish father of mine had passed the dukedom to plain-looking Luan, there would absolutely be a magical skill attached to it. And an incredibly impressive one at that—I felt completely reassured.
“What magic did she become able to use? Based on the Duchess’s nature and mine, is it an offensive magic after all?”
“The Magic of Effort!”
“Ooh…?”
“If you work hard enough, you can achieve up to half the power of any magic you desire!”
“Ooh!”
What is this, that’s amazing. The power is somewhat diminished, but doesn’t that mean she can use every magic that exists in the world?
“The conditions are a bit demanding though. It’s limited to magical skills, you have to see the magic directly or be hit by it, and it requires over a month of training.”
“So she can definitely use Throwing and Freezing.”
“Yes! Luan can create ice shards in midair! When all the siblings gathered in one place, Luan made ice shards and put them in peach juice for everyone, and we all shed tears of joy!”
How touching. See, if you work hard enough, things always work out somehow. I decided to praise Luan generously when I met her. It seemed Father had already transferred most of his authority, for a well-dressed woman stood before the Townhouse with her attendants to greet us.
“Your Majesty the Demon King, Duke Rael, welcome to Neftis!”
Wow, how interesting. She really does look ordinary? With blonde hair and blue eyes that are certainly striking, pretty eyes and a sharp nose, yet somehow when combined they created an unremarkable impression. Of course, by common standards she was beautiful—I’d call her the most eye-catching beauty in the countryside. But she wasn’t at the level where Rael and I would be willing to offer up an entire nation.
“Luan. I heard about you on the way here.”
“Gasp! Y-y-y-you remember my name?!”
“You made a bleeding effort to reach this position. I’m proud of you.”
“Hngh!”
Luan clutched her chest and collapsed right there. My siblings are perfectly fine normally, but the moment I speak to them, they become strange. Every single one grips their collar and makes those hngh sounds.
“It’s an honor, an honor! That Your Majesty the Demon King would remember my name!”
“Between siblings, there’s a certain distance from the Duke. Call me older sister.”
“Oh my! That would be far too presumptuous of me!”
No, she’s my biological sibling—just call me older sister. And I’ve been curious since earlier: why do you speak like that? Are you adopting a concept too? Are you aiming for the character of a young lady who learned improper speech? When I casually asked Rael why Luan used those peculiar sentence endings like “hawa-yo” and “geot-i-wa-yo,” my younger sibling immediately recited Luan’s history to me.
“During childhood, influenced by the long novels she enjoyed reading, she became firmly convinced that this was the language of upper-class young ladies.”
“No one ever pointed it out?”
“Our parents showed no interest in any children besides my older sister, and no one would dare challenge the authority of House Neftis.”
I’d been thinking it was unfair that only I received beatings from the Duchess, but perhaps my younger siblings experienced it as neglect instead. How is it that woman capable of inflicting only harmful influence upon her own children?
“Still, as the third child of House Neftis, you should have received invitations to Imperial Palace events.”
“The Imperial family doesn’t concern themselves with such trivial matters.”
That’s true enough. Cecilia would leave her alone as long as she showed no disrespect, Sera wouldn’t care about her manner of speech at all, and Seian would have been itching to correct her but had no voice in such matters at the time.
“Hmm…”
Since she’s grown up this way, maintaining that character is also an option. It’s unique and entertaining—I think it suits her. She and Luan get along quite well too.
“It’s been my first time gathering all my siblings since my wedding. Since it’s such a rare opportunity, shall we think of something fun to do together?”
“Really? My younger siblings would be so delighted!”
What have I done for you all that you adore me so blindly? My conscience aches. I should have carved out some time from chasing after Seian to play with my younger siblings. I cleared my throat awkwardly to convey my apologies, then raised my thumb beneath the foyer chandelier.
“Everyone who wants to play with Evan Laef, gather here!”
As I shouted loud enough to shake the entire mansion, my younger siblings who had been hiding and watching us came rushing out. Silver hair, golden hair, silver hair, golden hair, silver hair, silver hair, golden hair, golden hair. Twenty beautiful young women younger than me gathered in one place—it was almost moving.
“It’s quite crowded. Honestly, it’s a bit creepy.”
“Mother did give birth to quite a creepy number of us.”
“She didn’t give birth to you directly, did she? You were all eggs, weren’t you?”
I heard from Professor Ilyong that the Duchess found it so exhausting to give birth to me with a human body that from the second child onward, she reverted to her true dragon form and laid eggs continuously.
Upon hearing that, I was astounded by the Duchess’s foolishness. She bore many children after receiving a revelation from the Mother Goddess to obtain the Ten Thousand Demon King, but if she laid eggs in her dragon form, wouldn’t that defeat the entire purpose? Wasn’t the Ten Thousand Demon King supposed to be born among humans? In reality, only Mitchell Neftis was classified as human. Everyone below me is half-human, half-dragon.
“Ah.”
Now that I thought about it, I recalled a memory of when the concealed truth was exposed to the world—Mitchell had done something unusually good. To ensure my younger siblings wouldn’t struggle with their identity, she had carefully hidden their half-dragon nature in their status window using a concealment skill.
Mitchell, in her own way, must have cared for her younger siblings. Now that the distinction between humans and the Demon Race is made based on whether one uses mana or is a mana-based lifeform, my younger siblings would likely show as human in their racial classification. But if any of them displayed a half-classification due to high dragon content, I’d need to sit them down and explain it properly. Times have changed, and the Demon Race isn’t unconditionally rejected anymore.
“What game should we play? Soccer? Baseball?”
“With the youngest children here, wouldn’t physical activities be dangerous?”
“No way! Older sister! Me! I’m really good at physical stuff!”
The Starving Child, who looked to be around three years old, let out an ominous shout of “Hah!” Our Obero did the same thing back then and grew fangs, so I hoped my younger sibling wouldn’t develop anything strange.
“Look!”
The Starving Child cried out triumphantly as blue wings sprouted from her back. Right—among all these younger siblings, why wouldn’t there be one heavily infused with dragon blood? So it was you all along.
“Hide it! I told you to hide that!”
“Older sister Mitchell! This isn’t what you’re thinking!”
As expected, the Duchess hadn’t said a word to her about this. Did that woman really give birth to all these children without thinking at all? I looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and shouted.

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