117 – Departure
-Sueuk
The demon king wakes up from the blanket and does national gymnastics. Even if I’m not a citizen, can I do national gymnastics? She thought.
-Look around, look around
“Oh!”
There was no Baek Dong-ha.
“Wait, can’t you?”
Couldn’t she have left herself behind? The demon king was worried. Could it be that she got caught yesterday by filling all the papers in the fortune-telling box with fortune-telling without his knowledge? So maybe my angry friend left me alone. Even if it’s not that, my friend has such a bad memory that he forgets what he said two months ago… He might have missed me. She thought.
-Bad, cold!
-Beep
!!
-Quadang!
When I pulled the door, Baek Dong-ha fell backwards, probably trying to come in. I’m glad I didn’t open it too hard. Baek Dong-ha’s life would have been this far if he had been hit by the demon king’s sincerity.
“… Yay. What should I do if I open it so hard… I thought the Saemaeul was about to crash into it.”
The demon king, who almost killed his one and only friend from the wind in the morning, ran to the fallen Baek Dong-ha.
“Sorry! I almost turned it into powder!”
“Did you try to make it into powder!?”
The Demon King stood Baek Dong-ha up and examined every nook and cranny of her body.
Fortunately, there appeared to be no injuries.
“… Kee-hee-hee.”
“…Why are you laughing?”
“Don’t you remember?”
“… What?”
“It’s the same as before… hehehe.”
“…?”
“hehehe. After all, you have a bad memory.”
Mawang took Baek Dong-ha’s hand and headed for the kitchen.
*
“Uh… Uh… Woah… Uh…”
When she saw the lunch box I had prepared in the kitchen, her big gaping mouth didn’t want to close.
“…What the heck is this?”
“Originally Mr. Baek does some cooking.”
The reason why I put the devil to sleep yesterday, the devil prepared all the meals on my last trip. So it’s not my turn this time.
“… Hot cakes, chocolate muffins…? A hippo-shaped sandwich?”
… It’s shaped like a bear.
“…Wow, wow wow… It looks like Yonggari Chicken, it’s chicken.”
… Then it’s just Yonggary Chicken.
Making her tempura, her minced meat she carved into her favorite dinosaurs and fried in her oil.
“I only saw this in a magazine… Perfect for a snack for my kids… That’s it… I really wanted to eat this…”
I already put a bookmark on that part, so I made it by referring to it.
“… Demeter’s protection, Athena’s…”
Clinging to one of her yonggary chickens, the teary-eyed woman began to cast her buff. She hurriedly stopped it because if she left it as it was, she would almost break her teeth while eating the chicken.
“… When did you prepare all of this?”
“…From dawn.”
… It’s kind of embarrassing.
But seeing her eyes twinkle like a rainbow spilling out every time she opens the lid of her lunch box, I thought she was good at making it too.
“Demon King.”
“…Yes.”
“This is all yours. Go on a trip and eat a lot.”
…
-Duk, Duk…
“…! Why are you crying!?”
“… Whip, because of this… I asked you to sleep yesterday. It’s all mine…”
She didn’t mean to at all, but she made her cry.
“… Mine… It’s the first time I’ve said that. It’s all mine to me, nothing like that. Briskly, mine was always taken away, broken and broken… Sniff.”
…
This is very difficult.
When I look at her, I want to give her more and more, I want to make her laugh, and I want to tell her sincerity that touches me deeply.
Nevertheless, to her, who has no tolerance for her kind words, ordinary communication of her raw feelings has sometimes led to accidents like this.
…
From now on, let’s talk about it over and over again. Then, someday, the time will come when the demon king will get used to what he receives.
“I don’t have to do that anymore. From now on, I will fill you up.”
“Thank you. I really like it.”
The Demon King held the Yonggary Chicken and looked at me and said.
*
“That, gold-bronze city laak!?”
Keumdong is sending his eyes full of emotion and joy to the lunch box, not his usual crooked and bad eyes.
“Sure, we are friends.”
“May I open it? Are you my secret friend Dong-ha?”
“Oh my dear, my secret friend is me. Cancel if you don’t want to be scolded. Cancel quickly.”
Opening the box, Geumdong immediately turns his eyes away from the contents and puts on a stern expression. She folded only one paper doll and put it inside. Only the demon king saw it and was envious.
“…Sorry. Gilt bronze. I was kidding. Don’t look for a cleaver.”
“Ah, yes. Isn’t that a joke too?”
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Geumdong gave it back to her as a lunch box full of her favorite foods.
“It’s yours.”
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Geumdong thanked me with a smile.
“… Mine… It’s the first time I’ve said that. It’s all mine to me, nothing like that…”
“The Demon King already did that.”
*
-Damn it
-Through
The space splits apart, and from a dark, hellish place, a mummy-like hand of a demon covered in old cloth comes out and takes the luggage. The first time I saw it, it was terribly bizarre, but seeing it after a long time makes me feel welcome.
“Yeah, put that, that, and that too.”
“Huh? Hey. Why are you bringing a tent? I’m not even camping.”
“Oh! You again! This is why Camryn can’t do it!”
When the story of camping comes out, the demon king looks like he’s being kinged for the first time in a while.
“Hey, listen up! It’s wild outside! No one knows what will happen. A sea bear, a sea rhinoceros might have a woman with horns.”
… Then draw a circle to stop it.
And the horned woman is you.
… I don’t mind bringing a tent. I’m not going to take it myself.
“Ah, demon hands. You should put him in too.”
The devil’s hand was numb, so he pointed at the gilt bronze bowl.
“What? What man!? Why did you put me there! Hey, don’t come! I am not a burden!”
… Certainly putting it in that dark cemetery is a bit excessive. Shouldn’t Geumdong enjoy the trip properly? So he decided to just keep it in his bag.
“You idiot! I’ve never decided to even fit in a bag! Don’t monologue like a dog! I will travel too.”
*
He put on the hood that the demon king wears when he goes out. The horns were definitely covered. But it doesn’t look natural either.
“… You know. Don’t do that. Can’t we transform until we arrive? With horn chicks or toast bread.”
It may not be possible for her alone, but it is a journey with us. It was enough just for her cage to carry her around in her transformed form.
“… Yes. That’s not allowed.”
“… I see.”
“… You know. I have something to tell you two.”
The demon king said. Outside, he couldn’t use his magical power as freely as he did here.
“…Why?”
“I don’t know.”
When asked why, she answered like a knife and packed her things again. That behavior seemed to draw a line, so I didn’t ask further.
‘…But those horns.’
Even though the possibility of getting caught was low because he was wearing a hood, it was a problem. I can’t even lie about being a half elf. All the half elves, without exception, live in Urupu. In the first place, the half-elves would take issue with just wandering around outside. I’m going to get a background check right away.
The bottom line was that those horns should never be caught.
“So I prepared it.”
I gave the demon king the Viking helmet I made yesterday morning. Her size is also small so it will fit her even with her small head.
“Huh? Was this in the warehouse?”
“Yes.”
Perhaps she stole it from the intruders, she took off the left horn of the Viking helmet in the storage room and while I was sleeping, the devil looked at my hand and made a groove to fit her horn like an eraser. Using the beam of the ray robot, it was much easier than the previous time to refine Rebecca’s equipment.
“Try it.”
“… Whoops. Like Olaf.”
I think I heard a familiar champion. Anyway, I put the tip of the devil’s horn into the groove and covered it with a sigh. The horns fit me exactly to my measurements, but they are a bit oversized due to the small size of my head.
“…Does it look good on you?”
“No, it doesn’t fit terribly.”
Would it suit you… With that pretty face… A helmet like this.
“Still, just use it.”
It wasn’t a matter of matching.
“Okay, and put this on too.”
Isn’t it a dress with a Viking helmet? Nine gave her a battle coat with barbed armor among the clothes she sent her. The Demon King wore it without a murmur. It feels much more like a warrior than before.
“Ugh, ugly clothes…”
“Just hold on until you reach Urupu. You’re done and I…”
A long time ago, when he came to the castle, he took out the old leather clothes he had worn for the first time in a long time. The clothes I no longer wear because the demon king gave me a navy blue hoodie and a yellow tee.
“Oh, there are footprints on your clothes and back.”
“That. It’s Yuria’s shoe mark. He kicked me before.”
Actually, I stepped on it.
“What! Oh my, he really can’t do that!”
“Yes. He always beat me, shot arrows at me, and forced me to eat carrots.”
I have never eaten carrots.
“Hey! You dare my friend? Dead! I will scold you when we meet. I’ll whimper!”
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Goodbye. Yuria. Stupid b*tch
Me and the demon king stood side by side in front of the gilt bronze.
“How is it?”
“Perfect. Dongha too. My head spins tight except when I’m in Goja Mode.”
“It’s better than having your head spinning while in kinky mode like you.”
At this rate, she will appear as a skilled adventurer, and I will portray her as her supportive porter. Then, since she is an adventurer strong enough to be accompanied by a porter, there is little dispute or quarrel, and even if we have a business, she will talk to me, the porter, rather than the Demon King, who is ignorant of the outside world.
…
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Geum-dong opens the zipper of her bag and goes inside.
“What are you doing?”
“… I just said it earlier, and I feel comfortable doing it like this. You don’t have to pretend to be a doll.”
…
You’re lying. It’s just that if you, a doll, are out there, we’re afraid we’ll look weak.
… He wants to look outside himself. That’s why I practiced pretending to be a doll so hard.
“Okay. You don’t have to. I’m bored without you.”
“Yes. I don’t think it would be fun without gilt-bronze.”
“…”
Keum-dong opened the door and walked out. She resembles her owner and is very crying. Him too
*
The demon lord laid countless high-end magic bombs, and as if it wasn’t enough to keep them securely locked, he put up a skull sign that made people hate to come in just by looking at it, and a warning sign written in red crayon. Even that was not enough, so he hung the clothes Nine had sent him outside the entrance. There is no such thing as a very magical realm.
“Shall we go now?”
“Yes!”
“…”
“… Gilt-dong, you don’t have to pretend to be a doll. Relax a little.”
That’s how she, Geumdong and I went out the door. Now, the castle of the king of demons, firmly closed by that rusty iron gate, is like my house. It feels very close.
… I suddenly had that thought in my heart.
He thought he would never have done it back then as he was constantly planning an escape.
I will do my best to find a clue to return to Earth.
But even if you can’t find it.
Can you come back here without a big deal?
To my house.
***
‘…’
We shouldn’t have gone on that trip.