I lost my husband in an accident two years ago and became a single mother, and one day I was summoned to another world with my son. The humans who summoned us called my son a hero and wanted him to fight the resurrected Demon King. It’s ridiculous to have my son, who is in still his first year of junior high, fight against monsters!
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Strongly opposing this, I was treated as an obstacle and left alone in a monster’s den. Though I was powerless and already resigned myself to death, it was the demons, who were supposed to be enemies of humans, who saved me. As I spent time together with them, my feelings for the demons grew, but peaceful days do not last long. The only weapons I had to resist against the numerous challenges that faced me were my cooking abilities and my quick wit.
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"I won’t die until I meet my son!" Laboring away with this thought in mind, I had become one of the upper echelons of the demon king's army before I knew it.
