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limp blanket—the demons, non-Earth humans, and high school teen silently consumed their ice cream.
    To be exact, Chiho more picked at her ice cream, her mind on other affairs. The other five were wolfing theirs down in a futile attempt to flee reality.
    Emi was the first to finish her cup.
    “Okay, well, I need to go, so—”
    “
Wait
a sec!”
    Maou grabbed her leg before she made it any closer to the door.
    “Hey! Let go of me!”
    She tried to shake him off. Suzuno pointed a finger in the air.
    “Sshhh! You’re going to wake her, Emilia!”
    Emi meekly sat back down, her face resigned.
    “…Bell and I don’t have anything to do with this! You guys figure something out yourselves!”
    “…Like hell it doesn’t! That baby girl made a total beeline for you!”
    They kept their argument to a well-advised whisper.
    The apple, back in pre-infant mode, had indeed all but called for Emi by name. Whether it was attracted by her holy energy or justhappened to be rolling in her direction was unclear, but considering she was drawn to Emi almost from the moment she drew her holy sword, the former reason was more likely.
    “You have to take her with you! Or at least, like, stay here until we figure out what’s going on!”
    “Forget it! You know what happens whenever you try to ensnare me in your crap? Nothing
good
, that’s what! I want out of here, as soon as I possibly can!”
    “His hands… So
tight
…”
    Chiho continued staring into space next to the raging feud.
    “You think
I
like this, either? You, constantly butting into my daily life and making me solve all of your problems? I’m
sick
of it!”
    “Well, you’re sure gonna have to do it now, aren’t you?”
    “Like hell I am! You made that mess yourself, lady! And now I’m gonna make you
sleep
in it!”
    “Stop being gross! I always live up to my promises! It’s not
my
fault if you keep pretending I promised you the world and a half!”
    “Will you quit acting like—”
    “Both of you, be quiet! You’re going to wake her up!”
    Ashiya softly took them both to task. Their voices had gradually ratcheted up in volume as they quarreled.
    “So tight… Maou’s hands… So big…”
    “…What happened to Chiho, exactly?”
    “She’s been that way ever since we all came in here.”
    “Silence, Lucifer. Nobody asked you.”
    Suzuno groaned as she placed a hand upon her temple. Outside of Ashiya and his attempts at defusing the situation, there was nobody she could rely on.
    “This is all
your
fault for lighting that freaky fire anyway! You called her over here like all those customers when you put that dumb tree out at MgRonald!”
    “How is
that
my fault?! And what’s the tree got to do with it?! You didn’t even know what a
mukaebi
was! What right do
you
have to whine at me? That stuff’s common knowledge in Japan! It’s got nothing to do with me!”
    “Hah! I knew it! You really
did
summon her! Whatever fumes of demonic power you’ve got left must’ve reacted to another traditional Japanese ceremony!
You
brought her here;
you
take responsibility!”
    “What the hell d’you mean by ‘fumes’?! I’ve got a
strategic reserve
, dammit! You could at least
try
to help out a little whenever trouble shows up!”
    “Help out? As if I’ve never done
anything
for you before now?!”
    “Well?
Have
you? ’Cause lately, it’s mostly been you stickin’ your neck in my business and gettin’ nailed to crosses and stuff!”
    “What?!”
    “You wanna go, or?!”
    “Will the two of you shut
up
already?!”
    Suzuno, no longer able to bear the vitriolic (if still markedly hushed) war of words between the Hero and Devil King, mercilessly aimed a Light of Iron attack upon both of their heads.
    Ashiya and Urushihara had no way of stopping her.
    “Agh! Wait! Sorry!”
    “Hey, if you’re trying to be funny, then
rngh
!!”
    The hammer hit more squarely upon the taller Maou’s forehead.
    There wasn’t much strength behind it, but even a