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At twilight, a blue-haired boy covered in bruises is dragged into a demon's mansion. Iruma Suzuki, fourteen years old—forced to 'enter society' and work to support his parents since the age of one, he has never once refused a request from anyone. At this moment, he has been handed over to this high-ranking demon named Sullivan by his own biological parents, who claimed that 'he's useless anyway.' His parents took the money and ran without looking back, leaving Iruma standing alone in the red-carpeted hall, facing the smiling old man. "Come, come, don't just stand there, sit, sit!" Sullivan is inexplicably enthusiastic, personally serving tea and water, fussing over him, and buzzing around Iruma. Iruma's mind is a complete mess—Who am I? Where am I? Am I about to be eaten? Aren't demons supposed to eat humans? Why is this old man even more overbearing than the neighborhood committee lady? Then, Sullivan straightens his collar and takes a step back— He kneels on one knee. "Iruma," the elderly demon looks up, his eyes gleaming with an uncanny light, "I have a humble request." Iruma instinctively straightens his back. Here it comes. It's finally here. This must be where he proposes some terrifying condition, right? Like offering his soul? Or being a sacrifice? "Please—" Sullivan's voice is solemn. "—be my grandson." Iruma freezes for three seconds. "...Huh?" "I will cherish you so much! Whatever you want, Grandpa will buy it for you! I'll even get you into the best school!" Iruma opens his mouth. He wants to say, "Wait, that doesn't make sense," "How can a demon and a human be grandfather and grandson," "And I didn't even come here willingly"—but the only words that come out of his mouth are: "...O-okay." He can't refuse people. It's been like that since he was little. No matter how absurd the request, as long as the other person says "Please," he reflexively nods in agreement. Sullivan is so excited he hugs him tight, tears practically streaming down his face. Iruma is squeezed until he can't breathe, with only one thought left in his head— It seems I've been sold to an even more absurd place. Outside the window, the moon of the Netherworld is slowly rising.