What if you are reborn as a demon after a funeral?.

Over the past few years, they have been unusually well-behaved, no longer interfering with Ash's actions, and even Meryl, who was just watching the show, went back to her hometown on her own.

It's worth mentioning that although there were no safety measures, he was able to control the probability... and the probability of true gods and humans having offspring is not high to begin with, so no unexpected situation occurred before everyone was prepared.

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Several years have passed, and now, on a certain morning...

Thanks to Ash's research, the lives of most people in the mansion proceeded smoothly and without any major disturbances.

However, Miyu is an exception.

At this moment, she was wrapped in a clean white bath towel, walking lightly through the quiet living room in the early morning.

Although the bath towel covered most of her body, it still couldn't hide her firm and full thighs, which were still covered with water droplets from her shower. Under the soft light, they looked even more glistening and alluring.

Her long, glossy black hair cascaded down naturally, and her smooth, youthful shoulders possessed graceful lines, resembling a finely sculpted work of art. Coupled with her shapely thighs and her delicate face, flushed slightly after a bath and like a peach blossom in spring, her unguarded demeanor exuded a unique allure of youth. Anyone who saw her would inevitably have fantasies, or even feel a surge of indescribable impulses.

Fortunately, Ash was an upright and resolute man.

He forced himself to calm down, silently refocused his gaze on the book in his hands, gently shook his head, and put on a serious expression like that of an elder, saying earnestly:

"Miyu, I've told you before, it's fine if you like to take a shower as soon as you wake up, but you have to change your clothes right after you shower... What if you catch a cold? And..."

"...And what else?" Miyu stopped and turned around, puzzled.

“You’re a big kid now. You can’t just walk around outside wrapped in a towel anymore. It’s not appropriate behavior. Even if you think there won’t be any outsiders here, you can’t be so careless, can you?”

"Moreover, Mr. Ash, you know it's only dawn now, right? I've already said not to drink at this time. Please be moderate. A new day has just begun. What's the difference between you and an incompetent adult?"

As soon as Ash finished speaking, Miyu immediately straightened her face, sat down next to him, and corrected him seriously:

"In the end, no one else will be in this house, so it doesn't really count as a public place."

"...You really don't see me as a man at all?"

Ash's rebuttal, which he presented with such conviction, left him looking utterly distressed.

At that moment, the girl beside him was still steaming from her bath and exuded a faint, intoxicating fragrance.

As he sat down beside him, the warmth seeped through his clothes, stirring a ripple in his heart. He even considered swapping his book for a Bible to calm his somewhat chaotic thoughts, but...

"What are you talking about? Didn't you promise me when we were little that you would marry me when I grew up?" Miyu suddenly interrupted his thoughts, her voice clear and crisp, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

These words made the book in Ash's hand tremble slightly, and his thoughts were instantly pulled back to the past.

At that time, Miyu was still young and innocent, and her words could easily touch the softest corner of his heart.

But now that Miyu has grown up, bringing up this matter again stirred up a complex and indescribable mix of emotions within him. However...

"Miyu, you were just a kid back then, and you said things without thinking. Don't take them seriously." Ash tried his best to sound calm, but his slightly unnatural gaze betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

"I don't care, I've always remembered." Miyu's eyes revealed a stubbornness. She leaned slightly closer to Ash, the scent of her post-shower body becoming even stronger.

"Furthermore, whether it's when I was a child or now, I know very well what I'm saying. Or... were you just joking back then? You were clearly so happy? Or did you just like the me from when I was a child? Or did you think that because I was a child back then, it was okay to play with feelings like that?"

"...Of course not!" He looked embarrassed and subconsciously moved to the side, but then suddenly realized something and frowned:

"--Wait a minute? What's going on here? What's with this wording? Shouldn't this be something an adult would say to a child? Did you consult Melusin for advice?"

"Why do we need to learn this? Isn't it something we should all do?"

"...If this were taken for granted, what a mess the world would be in!" He couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

In fact, he had noticed before that Miyu was quite similar to Mirusin in some ways, especially in expressing their emotions. They were both very straightforward, and Miyu was sometimes even more direct and uninhibited than Mirusin.

However, even with Ash included, there are still obvious differences among the three.

When he says he'll only touch hands, he actually wants to touch other things; when Miyu agrees to only touch hands, she really only touches hands... that's how it should be; conversely, when he mentions a promise someone made when they were young that they wanted to marry him, normally it would just be a joke, but Miyu takes it very seriously.

At least for now, there was no hint of a joke on Miyu's face.

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Early in the morning, the child I watched grow up brought up a promise I made when I was a child.

This is practically like having his own script stolen... and it's different from Melusin's situation, which makes it really hard for Ash to adapt.

Before he could even say anything more, Miyu wrinkled her little nose, expressionlessly sniffed him, and said, "Mr. Ash..."

"...Why are you suddenly so serious?"

“I’ve always been serious. More importantly… why do you smell like Ms. Melosin? Did Ms. Melosin use being afraid of being alone as an excuse to come to your room again?” Miyu bit her lip and said with dissatisfaction, “I get criticized even when I just wrap myself in a bath towel, but Ms. Melosin can crawl into bed without any problem? That’s so unfair!”

"...I told her, but she wouldn't listen, and there's nothing I can do." Ash helplessly spread his hands, his face full of distress.

He knew in his heart that Miyu was always dissatisfied with Meiluxin's occasional closeness to him, but Meiluxin's stubborn personality meant that there was no point in opposing her.

"Then you should be more resolute."

"...Should I say I couldn't bear it, or what's the better way to put it?" His eyes flickered slightly when he mentioned this, and his tone became ambiguous.

Miyu narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of displeasure in her gaze: "I was here first, and we even agreed to get married, yet you act like this... If that's the case, I can understand that if I followed Miss Mirusin's example, Mr. Ash wouldn't refuse, right?"

"No...it's different. I watched you grow up!"

"So what? Shouldn't this mean we know each other even better?"

"I've taken care of you all these years! I never thought you'd repay me in this way... I just wanted you to grow up well!"

Ash put on a heartbroken expression, patted the armrest beside him, and let out a deep sigh.

However, Miyu was not moved by these words.

Instead, she tilted her head as if she had heard something unbelievable, and said in confusion, "That's not right. For so many years, haven't I been the one taking care of Mr. Ash? You just like to hug and touch me all the time... Aren't you a pretty useless person who's always just giving up?"

"...Don't say things that hurt feelings and are not good for unity. I just wanted to express that I have no ulterior motives. What's wrong with you, kid? I don't remember raising you to be so inconsiderate."

The girl's simple rebuttal made him turn his face away in embarrassment, and he even felt like he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Even so, this girl, who, like Meloshen, didn't understand the art of tact, only stared at him with a hint of skepticism and asked:

"In reality, Mr. Ash probably didn't teach me anything at all? He just let me go to school and read books on my own?"

"...At least I gave you money, and I sent you to school. Whatever you wanted, I gave you the best, didn't I?"

“An adult who only knows how to give money is not a competent adult, Mr. Ash.”

"Do you want to find out how many children in Africa don't even have basic living security?" Ash had no good success stories in education, so he could only try to change the subject.

"Only irresponsible adults like to use that kind of excuse." Miyu frowned slightly, a clear displeasure flashing in her eyes: "Why have you become like this? I didn't raise you, Mr. Ash, to be such an irresponsible person, did I?"

"...Wait a minute? Our position is a bit strange right now."

“Indeed, but I have to correct something.” Miyu stared at him without looking away, but a faint smile appeared on her lips as she said matter-of-factly, “What I said just now was a little unfair. I’m very grateful for Mr. Ash’s care for me, and taking care of Mr. Ash is also my hobby and a way of repaying his kindness.”

"...What a strange interest."

"What if it's interpreted as the bride's training and her obligations?" Miyu tilted her head, a hint of mischief in her slightly amused eyes.

"You're way too precocious!"

"Shouldn't goals be set early on? I actually think aimless behavior is bad."

When this was mentioned, Miyu returned to her expressionless demeanor, her face as serious as ever.

This left Ash feeling utterly helpless, so he could only push her back, half-forcibly shoving her off the sofa: "—Stop talking about this, hurry up and dry yourself off and get dressed! Besides, your hair is dripping wet....!"

"...When I was little, Mr. Ash would always carefully dry my hair, so why now...is it really because I've grown up that you've become so cold?"

Miyu, clutching her scarf to keep it from falling, let him shove her, but her face showed annoyance, and her tone carried a hint of loneliness that was hard to hide.

This was almost like his own words, which made him very uncomfortable: "Don't say things that are easy to misunderstand! I just think you've grown up, and it's really inappropriate for you to act like you used to!"

"There's really no need to care about these things..." Miyu muttered softly.

"...Normally, shouldn't someone your age be going through a rebellious phase?"

"Why do I need that kind of thing? It's Mr. Ash who seems to be going through a rebellious phase. He hasn't been affectionate with me lately... I'm really lonely." The girl's eyes were full of deep dissatisfaction as she looked back.

But these words made him panic: "I only kissed your cheek and forehead before! I didn't kiss anywhere else! Don't make it sound like I did something heinous!"

"...I didn't say anything else, why are you so flustered? Don't you think this sounds like you're doing something wrong?"

"You're fine no matter what, but I'll be misunderstood?! Doesn't my reputation matter?"

"...That kind of thing probably never existed in the first place, right?"

"Hey..." Ash's face darkened, and he even wanted to spank Miyu on his lap.

"Just kidding." But seeing his strange expression, Miyu gave a bright smile and corrected him, "But even if I didn't, I will still keep my promise to you, Mr. Ash."

"...What kind of joke is this? You seem to be having mixed feelings right now. Can't you be a little gentler with me?"

"Because after I grew up, Mr. Ash stopped getting along with me, and I was really lonely."

"So didn't I say? It's because you've grown up, and it's really not appropriate to be as affectionate as before..."

The straightforward Miyu, with a clearly lonely expression, made Ash suppress his complaints and sigh for what seemed like the umpteenth time today.

His sigh seemed to give Miyu some kind of answer, and she lowered her head slightly, her expression somber.

Her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, obscuring her expression, yet she quickened her pace silently, seemingly wanting to leave.

"Ah, wait, Miyu, I'm...!" Noticing her change in mood and sensing she had misunderstood him, and not wanting her to be upset, Ash instinctively reached out and grabbed her sleeve, pulling her back forcefully...

In an instant, the bath towel that had been wrapped around Miyu was in his hands.

The girl in front of him turned around instinctively due to inertia.

The moment their eyes met... Miyu's mind went blank, and her delicate face flushed red at a visible speed.

The entire living room fell into a brief, suffocating silence, and then...

"Ah, uh... calm down, listen to me! Hmm... if I say I didn't mean it... you'll believe me, right?"

Only then did Ash realize that Miyu was only wearing a scarf, which made him flustered and instinctively try to justify his actions.

"...Before I explain!" The moment Miyu snapped out of her daze, she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes filled with shame, anger, and panic: "Mr. Ash—please give me back my towel!"

"...You're right, don't panic! No, I shouldn't panic... Hmm, it's okay, it's not a big problem! I'll definitely take responsibility!"

He hurriedly handed the towel back while patting his chest to assure him.