109 – Bullying Class (1)
“…Really this is all the money you got?”
The Demon King, who had received the new doll bag and the proceeds from the sale of the dolls he had made, was holding 25 copper.
“Yes. Today they gave me another 5 coppers. It’s originally 20 Cooper… They say it’s during a New Year’s celebration.”
…
‘It’s a scam!’
I don’t know who her trading partner is, but that bastard has been cheating on the demon king ever since. If you run a day of manual labor, the money you earn is 20 copper. It is absolutely fraudulent that the dolls that Geumdong and I worked hard for several days cost 20 copper.
“That person who is doing business with you… Who is it?”
“… Whoops. Well, he told me not to let anyone know that we were in a secret relationship… So I always met him alone.”
… That’s right. So that I can continue to eat you.
“It’s okay to tell me because we’re secret friends.”
“… He got hurt in the woods and couldn’t move, so I treated him. So I thanked you and introduced you to a job.”
… Wow.
You bastard really. It’s like asking the life saver to give you a bundle after you rescued him from the water.
Could it be because of her bad luck that she had a relationship with this scumbag?
… Hmm.
“…Does he know that you are the Demon King?”
“No. You won’t know. By covering the horns with a hood.”
So… That bastard isn’t exploiting the demon lord or anything, she’s just blackmailing the innocent human girl who saved her all this time.
‘This bastard isn’t your average trash? She’s like Dorothy in her prime.’
Ah, maybe the other day?
“That blind water last time. Did you buy that from him too?”
“… Huh? Blind water?”
…
The fresh water she bought with her former fortune when I had a cold.
Even now, she thinks she has bought a panacea, not plain water.
… I can’t tell you honestly.
“… The words are out of line. The panacea you bought me.”
“No? I went to the village pharmacy and bought it.”
Yes. Sooner or later, when I go on a trip outside, I will definitely stop by and smash the windows with bricks.
…
“Hey… This.”
-Pinch
I caught the devil’s ball.
“… You idiot.”
“Why?”
“… Ha ha.”
You’re too naive.
In the meantime.
How long have you been used and deceived by others?
Okay. There would have been no other choice. That she sells her labour-power at a bargain price is also an act of earning her money by her having no object of her trade.
… You scumbags.
But.
‘… f*ck. I’m not in a position to tell others either.’
At one point, leaning on her innocence, she raised rumors about paper cranes that change after a year, cameras that develop photos after a year, and whatnot.
… I think that perhaps what I have done, she has done worse than the rogue employer who sold her raw water or forced her to do doll labor for cheap.
…
She let go of her stretched cheeks and held her in her arms. Again, her heart beat indiscriminately, but I want to do this. The demon king seems used to finding a place to rest his head in the curves of my chest now.
“… hehehe.”
“…”
She is smart.
I have never once won her over with her “Mask at the market” Because she never forgets a thing she remembers.
He counts quickly. Recently, he quickly glanced at the number of king potatoes, golden potatoes, and normal potatoes in the nine warehouses and said, ‘4,404 king potatoes, 8,623 regular potatoes, and 967 golden potatoes. There was a time when I was surprised by an operation speed that was out of the range of . Back when Dorothy’s came, she was memorizing the number of vegetables in the field.
Is that all? Sometimes, like deleting the account of Little Farm or inducing play with Anybell, they make elaborate designs that are terrifying. Of course, they are bad at lying and have bad luck, so they are often caught.
But apart from the devil’s cleverness, she was too naive.
There is no choice but to live with the swindling pharmacist, the evil employer, or the liar porter.
“It can’t go on like this.”
“… Huh? What…? I like it the way it is.”
The demon king who knows nothing rubs her face like a baby quail in my arms.
As of today, there is no pure demon king.
*
I really like the demon king’s pure side. However, if it becomes a stumbling block in her life that keeps going through difficulties, she should hurry up and cut it out.
I’d like to drive a black gear if there is one, but since I’m neither a Devilmon nor a Digimon Kaiser, I have no choice but to teach it myself.
“With that in mind, I started the bullying class. Let me introduce you. This is Geum-dong, the number one instructor in the trash world.”
“You know. Are you Dongha? Are you wondering why I’m a trash type 1? Well… Anyway. Hi. Call it Gilt-Bronze, which will make you a piece of garbage today, a club bamboo shoot!”
“You mad man. I never said to make it that far.”
“Kee hee hee. I wish you well. Garbage Geum-dong teacher!”
It looks interesting, said the smiling demon king sitting at the desk with notebooks and writing instruments spread out.
“Dongha. I should do it like this I have a very good training material, so I will show you.”
“Teaching materials?”
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Geumdong put his hand in his chest and rummaged through it before pulling out a book. It was a story that this pervert used the other day.
“Once you read this, you will immediately become a slave to lust… Alas! Hey! Baek Dong-ha! Give it back!”
As soon as it was snatched away, Geumdong jumped up and down.
“You sealed this damn magic book then! Obviously, when I take it out, I said break up, right? Why are you out there! Hey! Side ponytail hornchungi! Don’t you answer quickly!?”
“I-I didn’t see it! Really! Geum-dong asked for the book back because he will show you the Chick Circus, so I just returned it! Never seen it! I haven’t really seen it since .”
“Shut up that free-spirited mouth! I now keep this book.”
“Dongha. Just leave it to me! Then, in my later years, 4-player games will be possible!”
“Oh! 4 Player game! Then let’s leave it to Geumdong!”
It’s sh*t.
“Okay. Cut off go away. Delete friend.”
Only then did the demon king listen quietly. Geumdong decided to help only as an assistant. The guy’s lecture is too high for the demon king to handle.
*
Writing open-ended questions on the blackboard. The demon king wrote In crooked handwriting on the sketchbook and showed me the answer.
“… Why should I run away?”
“The beast of hell will chase that person. He might die if he doesn’t run away.”
…
No. That’s not it. This man
“There are no buffs, just assume you are a normal person.”
“… Huh? But why are you hitting me?”
“… Huh?”
“Why are you beating me when I am an ordinary person? Didn’t that person slap me because I’m a demon?”
…
My heart ached.
As if it was natural for her to suffer any kind of damage, she accepted that the reason was because she was a demon herself.
… Maybe it’s because I’ve lived like that all my life.
“… Chit. Bad asshole! Why are you beating the good Demon King?”
It seems that even Geumdong, who is overinvolved, is pissed.
… It’s her class that I started because I wanted to make her stronger … I saw her demon king again.
“… Even if you’re not a demon, there are bad people like that. What would you say if someone like that did this to you?”
“… Well. Then.”
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…
When she looked at her sketchbook with her opener, she was speechless. Why are you looking at the other person’s feelings in such a situation?
“There’s no way I’ll hit you for no reason unless I’m a demon.”
“… Listen carefully. Even if you’re a demon, that shouldn’t be a reason for harm. I’ll give you a line.”
1. Shoot chain lightning to make a whole roast.
2. Avoid the place
3. I also get slapped on the cheek.
“Ummm… Avoid that spot number 2?”
…
Her use of violence is her least defense against those who try to kill her. In other words, when she becomes a powerless human, that answer must represent her humanity.
“Wrong. The answer is, I’ll slap you too.”
“Huh? Why not the second time?”
In this harsh world, if you get hit by a knife, you have to return it with a knife. The maxim of Jesus Christ, “If you are slapped on the right cheek, give the other also,” Does not apply in this world.
“Now, let’s practice. Assistant.”
“Yes!”
Finally, when it was her turn, the excited Geumdong jumped off her chair.
“Slap the devil on the cheek.”
“Okay! Cheek… What?”
Keumdong’s face turned blue.
“…Then wouldn’t that mean I was slapped on the cheek?”
“Yes. As part of education,
“Poetry, I hate it! You did it. Have you ever been kicked by the Demon King?”
Come to think of it, this guy was kicked by the demon king often in the past.
*
“Next is to speak harshly.”
“Yes. Hold on… Rough… Talk…”
The demon king wrote crookedly ＜2nd Period: Speak roughly＞ In his handwritten notebook.
“Your tone is basically so cute and gentle.”
“Oh, Kihihi! Thank you! I like you too It’s so cool… Reliable… And fun. Lol.”
… No, that’s not it. This is my friend
-Kung, Kung
… Why the f*ck again?
“Hmmm, anyway. You have a pretty voice as much as your face, and you only use clean words that are good for others to hear.”
“… Child, what’s wrong. Do you like my voice?”
“Isn’t that great?”
“Then, shall I sing you a song?!”
The demon king started singing a nursery rhyme with his hands on his belly button. The pitch is slightly out of tune, but I am instantly sucked into the harmony flowing from the clear throat.
‘I want to go to karaoke with you later.’
The title of the next book to be published has been decided. To .
“…Let’s walk in the woods together♪”
…
– Clap clap clap!
Keumdong and I clapped our hands.
“Wow, that was dope. Let’s get rid of the gom-taeng eyeballs and go sing.”
“Demon King! Devil! Devil!”
“hehehehe. Thank you! I practiced whenever I had a chance while taking a shower!”
How can even a song be so beautiful? When I’m with her, she often feels like a dolphin swimming in her fairy tale back to childhood…
“No, no, this is not it.”
I forgot the essence of the song because I liked it so much.
“Anyway. There’s a problem with your tone, which seems weak. It doesn’t match the image of the Demon King.”
“uuu… Why is my tone? What’s wrong…?”
Yes. He still looks like a dog.