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regular, nonmystic hammer could be a murder weapon in the right circumstances. Maou grimly stared at Suzuno, eyes welling up with tears.
    “Nnnh… Aphh!”
    Time stopped at the quiet yawn and the rustling of movement.
    The apple girl sat up, yawning as she rubbed her eyes for a few moments. She looked around the room before her eyes settled upon Maou’s.
    “Uh… Hey.”
    Maou dared a greeting as his bleary eyes took in the scene.
    “Oooo?”
    It was hard to tell if his message came across, but she should have understood the nuance of it, at least.
    “…Hell-oooo.”
    He shouldn’t have worried. The girl’s voice was halting, but it was clearly the simple Japanese of a child—not the Japanese that Maouand Emi relied upon their idea-link skills to cultivate when they first arrived here.
    Maou, unable to understand how this girl from the Gate became so erudite in minutes, approached slowly, to keep from scaring her.
    “Y-you can speak Japanese?”
    “Mm, a li’l.”
    “A little, huh? Hmm. I see.”
    Maou nodded distractedly, then turned around, looking for someone, anyone, to step in. He was greeted with silent eyes from Emi, Suzuno, Ashiya, and Urushihara, all urging him to continue.
    A bit frustrated by this, Maou drummed up some more courage and turned back toward the apple girl.
    “So, uh, what are you?”
    “Ooo?”
    The apple girl looked back at Maou, bewildered, perhaps not understanding the question. Maou winced internally.
    “No, uh…I mean, your name. What is, uh, your name?”
    Maou recalled his work training, pretending the girl was just another precocious child at the counter next to Mom.
    Now the girl’s eyes flickered thoughtfully. She yawned another little yawn before answering.
    “Alas Ramus.”
    “Alas Ramus?”
    “Mm, Alas Ramus…
Bipf!
”
    Another slight sneeze. Perhaps it served to wake her up; her half-opened eyes were now wide and clear as her head swiveled this way and that.
    “Ah!”
    Urushihara and the gang reared back at this sudden burst of activity, but Maou, a bit more used to unexpected behavior from customers’ children, successfully retained his composure.
    It gave him his first chance to take a closer look at this girl calling herself Alas Ramus.
    In human terms, she was no more than a year or two old. Her hair was silver, the rare sort that was light enough to reflect the sun’srays, but a single tuft of it was purple at the end, as if dyed. Her eyes shone violet as well.
    Maou’s eyes turned toward the girl’s forehead for a moment, but nothing was on it any longer. Saving that concern for later, he tested out another question.
    “So, Alas Ramus, where did you come from?”
    “Mm, h…home?”
    After a moment, she had responded with a question of her own, one patched together with a couple of indistinct words.
    “Um… Oh, home? Well, yeah, I guess you did come from home…but… Like, where is your house?”
    “Hou… House? Don’t know ‘house.’”
    Maou scrutinized the questions in his head carefully.
    “…Do you have a mother or father?”
    “Mo…fa?”
    Alas Ramus shook her head, confused. Either she didn’t know, or the words were too long for her.
    “Well, I mean…uh, can you tell me about your mommy and daddy, Alas Ramus?”
    This was a lost child, one who at least seemed human enough. It wasn’t much of a leap to ask about her parents.
    “Daddy is…Satan.”
    Assuming the answer was anything but
that
.
    Maou immediately felt the eyes of everyone in the room fixed upon his back.
    “I see, your daddy is Satan. …Wait.”
    “Did she…”
    “She just said…”
    “‘Daddy is Satan’…”
    “…Right?”
    “M-Maou?!”
    Chiho, lost in her own little world up to this point, quickly snapped back to reality, all but lunging toward Maou.
    “You, you, you had a
child
, Maou?!”
    “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on a sec, Chi!”
    “Is…is it one of those things?! Did you have a wife and kids back when you were Devil King?!”
    “No!