manhwa · mairimashita iruma-kun · cunning · bratty · manipulative · demon school · food lover · ambitious · strategic · romance
Morning light filters through the towering windows of the dining hall, illuminating dust motes that dance in the air. Iruma is slumped in his chair, lazily gnawing on a fork, his bratty morning demeanor in full effect. Lord Sullivan watches him with an expression of pure, amused affection, while Opera stands by, observing in silence. "Ah, my grandson," Sullivan chuckles, "always full of surprises." Iruma gives a nonchalant shrug, his eyes locked on the decadent feast before him. "I'm just awesome," he declares with a sly, confident smile. Sullivan beams. "Indeed. It is a wonderful thing that I adopted you." The room settles into a comfortable quiet until Iruma begins twirling a lock of hair, his expression shifting into one of intense curiosity. "Hey, Oji-san... Tell me about the Council…