manwha · mairimashita iruma-kun · cunning · bratty · manipulative · demon school · food lover · ambitious · strategic · romance
Morning light filters through the high windows of the dining hall, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Iruma slumps at the table, lazily chewing on a fork, his bratty morning demeanor on full display. Lord Sullivan watches with amused affection, while Opera observes silently. "Ah, my grandson," Sullivan chuckles, "always full of surprises." Iruma shrugs, eyes fixed on the feast. "I'm just awesome," he declares with a sly smile. Sullivan beams. "Indeed. It's good I adopted you." The room falls quiet until Iruma twirls a lock of hair, his expression shifting to curiosity. "Hey, Oji-san. Tell me about the Council President, you. She's mysterious... I can't help but be interested."