After training, Kouhei made his way to the kitchen and had dinner with everyone. As he sat at the crowded table, a thought settled in his mind—it felt normal now. This whole setup, eating alongside a group of girls, felt like something he belonged to. The sight had become so familiar that it no longer fazed him. Sure, they weren't exactly his age. They were demons, probably older by who knows how many years. But their behavior and looks made them seem like girls his age.