111 – Fan Art, Eating Spicy Food
“… What are you doing?”
When I opened my eyes to the soft breath that touched my lips, the face of the demon king was right in front of my nose. Not idiomatically, literally right under your nose.
“… No, you seem to be sleeping too late… To wake me up… Oh, ok, ok. I was trying to headbutt you!”
“They said he was trying to kill me.”
I remember talking about her and her travels and falling asleep from her exhaustion.
“… Ah, Kkabi. Dong-ha sleeps until the moment he wakes up…”
At that time, Geumdong was watching through the crack in the open door. It looks like he was cheering for something as if he was watching the World Cup.
“You, you. Gold-dong you! Since when have you been there!?”
The Demon King asked. I usually sleep late, so the devil wakes me up every day.
“Geumdong woke up early. Did you change the water for the chicks?”
“Sheesh, you ignorant bastard. Sleep a little longer.”
“… What are you talking about?”
“Kick. Dongha. That’s not what’s important. Do you know what I just saw? The Demon King…”
-Chuck
“Expecto pectronome!”
The Demon King hurriedly took out a pair of wooden chopsticks from his waistband and pointed them at Geumdongi who was about to say something. When I shouted a magic spell I had heard of somewhere, light grains flew and hit.
-Paji weave
“Quaaagh!”
Crying out a miserable death, Geumdong collapsed.
(There are no eyewitnesses with this. I’ll have to erase my memory later…)
The Demon King muttered something inaudible to himself next to him.
“Hey… What were you doing again?”
“… Don’t you know?”
Have you been beaten once or twice? This bastard was undoubtedly on the verge of committing something. The reddened face is proof.
“I don’t know dude… you might…”
There is only one reason to look at their faces so close. But I couldn’t ask further. Because the demon king pointed his chopsticks at me.
This blackmail one-tool habitual offender. Things like her bully class might not have been what she needed in the first place.
… When I’m sleeping.
It must have been scribbled on the face.
*
The omelet she told her in class yesterday that she didn’t like it. Today, it was more delicious than yesterday, probably because I made it with all my strength. The star shape is also a knife angle. I can’t be this sophisticated. Cooking skills and a pretty face seem to be in direct proportion.
“Hey, why is there so much meat in mine!? What is so delicious? Why are you so nice all of a sudden?!”
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Geumdongi, who was rummaging through her omelet, could not hold back her admiration.
“… Eat a lot. Gilt bronze. You know I love you a lot right? Today I will dig potatoes for you.”
“Sir… I don’t know what it is! The Demon King’s Castle is the best! Welfare sucks.”
The Demon King, who dragged the fallen Gilt Dong to the storage room, has been doing good to Geum Dong ever since he came out.
Anyway, while diligently diligently eating, the demon king handed over a carefully wrapped plate.
*
“Fan art?”
“Yes!”
The number of books I wrote to the demon king has already reached five.
, , , , .
The same number of books as the books of the demon king that were burned in the past.
“hehehe. To celebrate the fifth volume… I made fan art.”
The demon king said as if he was embarrassed.
-Chellarak
I carefully opened the wrapping paper and looked at the contents.
‘…’
‘What is it?’
I know it’s roughly the shape of a person. A red-eyed demon with dark red horns and a demon’s minion with something like dog hair on his head are standing side by side and glaring at me with one eye. Beneath it, a sloppy-looking dwarf dungbag wears a sword at the waist.
…
“… Fan art? Of the book I wrote?”
“Yeah… Not good? I’ve been drawing every morning since the day you wrote …”
… Not so much…
It can’t be.
“Wow, I love it. Too. Too. As much as 6 second wind.”
“….. Huh? Really?”
Really. It’s not an act to answer her favor with sincerity.
‘… Too much.’
Fan art feels so good. It was so wonderful to have a reader love a character that was alive in my head, recreate it and show it to me again.
‘… I feel so good.’
Should I try to be a novel writer when I go back?
…
You already have a fan.
With her, I think she could write forever.
I hope this fan will see everything I write in the future and smile.
*
It is an unrecognizable, grotesque painting, but traces of hard work were visible here and there. Reminds me of the image of my writing, I must have moved the crayons.
“… Oh my.”
Looking back at her, her demon king seemed even more surprised to see me.
“… So good? You are now on the 8th level of joy.”
“… What is that?”
“… I have. I am an expert in observing your facial expressions. The last time you saw shooting stars, you were 10.”
“…”
It seems that she, like me, is good at examining her partner’s expression. At times, it seemed like an idiot…
“Dongha’s smiling face is nice to see.”
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Geumdong also helped.
“Right. Hee hee. The look on your face when you’re happy. Do you know that I like you so much?”
While the demon king was looking at the painting for a while, his cheeks rose reddish again and he rested his chin on it and looked at me.
“… I like your smile a hundred times better.”
“… hehehe. Really? Ah! Then I had a good idea.”
The demon king claps his hands and speaks.
“You will keep smiling like today. I’ll laugh when I see it! How is it? Is it infinite power?”
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Good idea. The demon lord’s smile is infinite. Back on Earth, all of her Nobel Prizes will be swept by her.
But I’m not the type to smile.
“Smile! Ruler!”
The demon king said, holding out the morning wooden chopsticks. Get rid of it Even if you try to laugh, you just go in.
…
Smile?
It’s not that hard. I artificially expose my gums and make a grinning face. It was a creaky job, like bending rusty wire.
“… Phee hee hee.”
I tore my mouth as much as I could and made an expression like a demon king, then forced a smile.
“…”
“…”
The face of the demon king who saw that was frightened. Geumdong even drops the spoon he used to eat the omelet with.
“…Is it weird? I laughed like a demon king.”
Then the two start a development work.
“Monster, monster. It’s a monster…! Me, I’ve never laughed like that! Cancel! Cancel now! You iron fist monster!”
“Dongha! Please! I will do anything you ask me to do! Please… please don’t force yourself to smile in your life from now on!!”
…
I laughed because I was told to laugh.
Laughing and talking like that made me eat for a long time. The food cooled down and had to be reheated with the devil’s hellfire range. I have to go to the field now.
-Gap
The round bread she baked. It’s dessert. It looks delicious, so I put two in my mouth and get up from my seat. Today, I will remove each jewel in order…
…
What?
This savory touch that is transmitted through the tongue…
-Wack
I looked back at the demon king. He bared his teeth and laughed, but when our eyes met, he hurriedly turned his head.
…
“I lost. You today.”
I don’t know if the bread was coated with hot sauce or if the bread was hardened. The scorchingly spicy bread is making me gag in my mouth.
Looking at the demon king’s smiling face as he looked at my face, which was probably reddened, it was 100% intentional.
*
The circumstances were as follows. When she was baking round buns in the morning, she slapped on ketchup as usual, but she accidentally poured in super-spicy hot sauce, she says. Since it happened like this, I couldn’t throw it away, and it looked interesting, so I put it on her table.
The way to find out the circumstances is simple. You have to blackmail her.
While closing her mouth and casting the unknown, she snooped around the toaster again. With a counter card, I said that the title of my next children’s book would be “Emergency Room”, “Car Accident”, “Incurable Illness”, Or “Invasion of the Carrot Planet”. Then she confided in her.
I am memorizing No. 17 , But I cannot use it. We just want you to be straight with people you don’t know, not us.
“… But… You can’t throw away food.”
I agree with that. However, it is an obvious mistake not to announce in advance the fact that they have created such a biochemical weapon. This is clearly the devil’s responsibility.
You must be punished for this.
I cracked open a piece of caramel, held it in front of her mouth, and said ah. She is standing on the judging table, and she smiles as soon as she shrinks. But before her lips could bite, she pulled it out and put it in her mouth.
“…?”
She mumbled her caramel deliciously. The Demon King’s betrayed expression was a masterpiece.
The problem was what to do with the bread. Me and Demon King Geum-dong are all very spicy. My limit is even the spicy taste of gin ramen, and even that is possible only on days when I am in good shape.
In the end, we decided to do it with a game. Rock Paper Scissors was actively rejected by the Demon King. Because it’s unfair
Keum-dong bet on a match with the chick circus and corpse play.
“How can we beat you, who taught chicks back-tumbling?”
Dismissed
I bet the match with an iron fist. Dismissed of course. In particular, Geumdong actively refused. They said that if you do this, you will bite your tongue and die. But do you have a tongue?
The match that the demon king has walked is a face-off between a mask and magical power in the market.
“Golden Dong. Hey look at this sh*t It’s because of her own mistakes.”
“Right! Dongha. Shall we end our relationship here? Then the demon king has to eat all of this.”
Dismissed.
I went round and round thinking about it like that. The fairest game came to mind.
“How about staying in your mouth for a long time after chewing bread? Whoever loses will eat everything here.”
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Geumdong also said that it would be nice, and as soon as the demon king heard it, he jumped up and welcomed it.
“How! What a great idea!”
“Wait. You mean to use the coating buff in your mouth?”
“Me? You can’t do that in game. Hiccup.”
“I just heard all the hiccups. You just do it. Little Farm is moving next door to Chris.”
At those words, the demon king took a piece of paper and even wrote a memorandum. I bit his finger and barely stopped what he was about to write with blood.
“…Then start!”
We each put the bread in our mouths and chewed it conscientiously. And it continues to hold.
“…”
“…”
“…”
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Golden Dong and the Demon King both blushed. Maybe me too It’s like having a machine gun wrapped around your tongue.
…
-Tuktuk
Keumdong hit me with his soft arms. His expression was like, ‘Hey, you weak coward. Are you okay? Why don’t you surrender at this point? There are ups and downs even in Mapjjjilli.’, Oddly scratching the man’s pride.
‘… I will never support you.’
Even if I have to die, I will die here. I gave Geumdong a provocative hand gesture like wrestlers do and smiled at me. It is a noble battle of spirits, even though it seems like an idiot of men.
… Then the Demon King…
I saw her.
“… Woof… Woof…”
Looks very tough. You probably didn’t know that you couldn’t use the bad trick called the coating buff.
That’s nice. As the number of goals increases.
…
“Whoop… Whoop.”
…
Looks really tough. Instead of a twirling smile, he had a frown on his face, and he was covering his lips with his small, white hands to keep from spitting it out.
“…”
“Oops… Whoops.”
“…”
“…uuu…”
-Gulp
He swallowed the bread.
“I lost.”