12 – Rock Paper Scissors
Taaang!
‘Huh. f*ck you.’
Even if I was f*cked, I laughed out loud because I was f*cked too far out of the orbit. It wouldn’t be like this even if the groom pooped on his pants and fell while entering the wedding ceremony.
“Did you write this?”
The question that comes naturally from her.
To this, my answer was fixed.
“No? What kind of mummies have you evaluated you as a wicked heart?”
She asked, waving the gift box she gave her up and down. I also don’t forget to sigh with an absurd tone.
“…Not you?”
“Then will it be me? Come out to eat, come out of the house, I can’t… Anyway, I enjoy every moment with you.”
A lie on the lips, but there was nothing wrong with thinking about it. Anyway, it was a sh*tty situation for a while. It means you have nothing more to lose.
“…Seriously, are you serious?”
In her dynamic eyes, nose and mouth, she couldn’t capture the emotion as usual.
Are you angry?
Are you anxious?
Are you sad?
I don’t know, but my policy has already been decided.
‘If you ask me to answer seriously, do I have to say everything straight away?’
“Of course. It’s not really what I wrote.”
I’m afraid the lies will fall.
Quad Deuk Deuk!
!!
From behind the Demon King’s feet, a wave of black thorns rose through the ground.
‘Crazy’
The table that is harder than Rebecca becomes a honeycomb. With a shadow over her face, she asks again.
“…Really you didn’t…?”
…
It’s scary.
More than when Rebecca abandoned me in White Fang’s realm as a joke, more than when Dorothy used an instant death spell with a low probability and split it apart, more than when Yuria placed an apple on my head and shot an arrow at me, more than when Nine drunkenly acted aegyo. It’s scarier than when playing
“Yeah. I really didn’t.”
It was f*cking scary, but there is no physical evidence.
It was written with the blood on the tips of the knuckles, so I can’t check the font, and there is no technology in this world to check whether the blood on the paper matches my blood.
‘Excitement is poison.’
The only way to be flustered is to admit guilt. Stay calm.
-Chabak, chabak
The demon king strode forward with white bare feet.
‘This scene. Before…’
It is similar to when the demon lord swept away my party and approached me when I first stepped on it with all my party members.
‘Stand, no way.’
It might be that he is trying to get rid of the shameless crime.
… Shall we fly first?
I’m just an adventurer who didn’t awaken any abilities after coming to this world, but when I was on Earth, I fought a little.
‘First bread is always right.’
That’s right, there’s nothing special about fighting.
The important thing is a powerful first shot.
…
‘What a crazy idea!’
Anyway, it seems that the fear has gone far beyond the threshold.
Can you think the same way if an elephant or a bear walks by? The demon lord in front of me is far more distant than such an out-of-standard existence. If you just fall behind, you have no choice but to fall behind.
– Boom
The Demon King standing in front of me. He raised both of his hands.
-Tap
!!!!!
He grabs my cheeks with both hands. Then, the demon king’s own face was placed right in front of mine.
Stay straight,
I made them face each other with wide red eyes.
‘…’
I saw a kaleidoscope. Memories of my life so far. Sorrows. Emotions such as joy, solitude, pessimism, and regret pass quickly.
It’s not strange to twist your hair like this.
“…”
“…”
I can’t think of anything. Like a blown fuse in my head.
The demon king, who is still looking straight into my eyes, slightly opens his pursed lips.
“Bet with me.”
*
Did my lips harden? What bet? The answer stuck in my throat and didn’t come out. I didn’t ask, but the demon king tells me the sport.
“Rock, Paper, Scissors.”
“…”
Rock, Paper, Scissors.
Like Oak Barrel Roulette, a game where luck decides everything.
What are we going to bet on?
When I didn’t say anything, the demon king opened his mouth again. In her mouth, right in front of her nose, there was a sweet fruity scent.
“If I win, you’re out of here.”
?
‘When did you let the f*ck out?’
“… What if I win?”
Her expression changes colorfully at my reply after a long time. Her eyes twirled, and her pale pink lips moved as if trying to find the next word.
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Given her penalty when she wins, when I win, getting out of here is equal.
“…If you win, I’ll believe what you said earlier.”
After hesitating for a long time, a proposal that cannot be found in fairness comes out of her mouth.
… What. It’s a f*cking bully rule. If I win, I will be imprisoned forever. If you win, believe me without evidence.
When the demon king let go of my cheek and took a step back, my reason finally returned.
‘Well, it’s actually not such a bad suggestion.’
Originally, the head was already broken.
If I win, I can get over the current messed up situation, and even if I lose, nothing will change from my current situation.
‘The way I get out of here anyway…’
I had thought from the very beginning that there would be no other way than for someone to challenge her tower and kill her.
“… Okay. Let’s do it.”
The demon king, who took one step away from my acceptance, took two more steps back.
“Whoa…”
She took a deep breath after kicking off her flesh. She looks more serious than any game she has ever played.
Then she crosses her hands, intersects her pods, turns her arms around, and looks through the hole with her eyes.
‘…Do you believe in such superstition?’
As if that wasn’t enough, she closed her eyes and started muttering.
…No, that’s why… The demon boy told me not to pray to God…
She seems to be very desperate for this game than I thought.
‘…What do you think?’
With my honest feelings, it’s enough even if I win. It was enough to lose. I really liked it.
The demon king, who has done all the lucky ceremonies for prayer and finger divination, speaks in a trembling voice as if he has made up his mind.
“If you do 3, 2, 1, you have to pay at the same time. You can’t pay late.”
“… Ok.”
What a fuss about a game of rock, paper, scissors. Is it that you don’t want to let me go?
“…Goes. 3 ,2 ,1!!”
Her spirited body and my fluttering hand stretched out at the same time.
*
“…”
“…”
The demon king turned around. I just walked and fell far away.
“…I’ll believe it. It’s a bet.”
??
‘Are you crying?’
That’s how the devil’s voice sounded to me.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom.”
‘… You don’t have to come back.’
-Chabak, chabak, chabak
– A rattle.
Kung.
…
When she disappeared, the thorny waves that rose on her road surface turned to black sand and disappeared.
“Whoa… f*ck.”
I really took 10 years. I can’t believe that the paper plane that flew that far away is on the first floor of the tower.
‘One misfired.’
A total of two shots were fired. With this, I had no choice but to lean on the rest.
I lived this again.
‘I thought I was going to die this time.’
I couldn’t be relieved yet. The reason why the demon king’s suspicions seem to have been lifted is that it’s a façade due to a bet. Who knows if it’s bubbling inside. I don’t know if I’ll break the bridge to block the means to get out of here.
‘…Where did he go?’
As if the staff who came to replace the water purifier filter and the kitchen knife disappeared at the same time, it is unbearable because of anxiety.
-Chabak, chabak, chabak
As if she had heard my words, the sound of her footsteps from beyond the door the demon king had closed was heading this way again.
– Knocked up.
“You know.”
“…!”
It was hard to erase the embarrassment.
Why don’t you have a face like that?
The face that desperately tried to erase the crying for a short time.
That was the face of the demon king now.
‘…Why?’
I tried to ask but gave up. For what the hell? Because I can’t even answer the obvious question called.
The Demon King continued her words.
“I received the wish ticket.”
A demon king who speaks bullsh*t.
‘Wish ticket? Are you referring to the self-sufficient Captain Hook making parade?’
It must have been a rather serious prize for the demon king, who won the first arm wrestling tournament.
“I’ll use that now.”
As if a demon king were pulling out a great trump card, he took out a piece of paper that he had made with paper and had the word Written on it from his neck. I’ve been making necklaces with that crazy thing.
“…What a wish.”
You will have to listen to anything. Discussing the legitimacy of that right of wish now has no meaning other than to spoil the mood of the demon lord.
“I believe you didn’t. I believe.”
… How to say. Rather than believing, it is a tone of wanting to believe.
“You never do that. Don’t write those words on that kind of paper.”
“… Ok.”
Actually, the right to wish is meaningless. If there is something you want, just send some mana to create a sense of fear and push it. Even so, to write a wish with great meaning to the demon king must mean that he is desperate.
“…I promise.”
“I promise.”
She raised her hand in her whiteness. And spreads out only her thumb and little finger. She knew what it meant, so she bet it and took it.
“…Would you like kimchi stew?”
The color of her complexion improved a little, and her next words were terribly haphazard.
“…No, I ate a lot today. It’s okay.”
“Yeah. I don’t think I can play today. I’ll play tomorrow.”
‘No, it’s okay. Go away. Turn off tomorrow too.’
The demon king turned around and went out the door. And he waved his finger at the promise he made earlier. It means to keep your promise.
-Jumping.
Kung
*
I cleaned the kitchen and returned to my room with the gift the devil gave me.
… I can’t.
I keep facing strange situations.
‘The Demon King…’
The idea that there might be feelings.
‘…Don’t overthink it. I can’t seem to sleep.’
It was enough to be tormented by the demon king while awake. Until her sleeping time he tells her that he does not want to be disturbed by her.
– A jerk, a squeak.
The demon king, who was not equipped with the concept of knocking, opened the door and came in. Wearing pajamas with a picture of a blue elephant on them.
“…What happened?”
He hesitates. You can tell because he is almost 2 weeks old. There were many overnight periods, so it would be longer in reality.
“You know. I thought about it… I think it was a misunderstanding. I’m sorry.”
“What misunderstanding?”
She scratched her cheek and laughed Betsy.
“I suspect you used that piece of paper earlier. Didn’t you have a lot of fun playing with me? In chess, in oak barrels, in bubbling…”
Did he eat the wrong can of f*cking beans?
It’s all just the joy of surviving, the joy of being freed from the restraints of the time.
‘f*ck you, I’m not having fun playing with your bastard!’
… Still, it’s not a bad stance. If you let your guard down, you may catch other escape opportunities or catch them off guard.
Building her trust is good if it’s good, nothing bad.
“Starting tomorrow, we’ll have fun again.”
Yes.