13 – Me too
“…Why?”
During the meal, the demon king asked while looking at his outstretched hand.
“…You want this?”
I lifted the salt shaker from my side and placed it in her hand.
Then the demon king’s expression was perplexed.
“…!”
…
Why are you f*cking again?
This isn’t it? She has the same reaction. She looks very perplexed.
“… No. Today we will eat and play chess.”
The demon lord makes a sound of losing his appetite before he even lifts his spoon. That expression… That’s for sure. Judging from the fact that the eyebrows twitch and the corners of the mouth are artificially raised up so that they don’t fall…
‘There is something I want.’
My observation as a discriminator of the demon king’s expression probably won’t go astray.
‘What do you want?’
Even while eating, the demon king’s gaze moved wildly.
I went under the table and jerked around. Everyone seems to be looking for something… I’m so nervous that I don’t even know what the food tastes like.
‘…Ignore it.’
Ignore the busyness of the demon king who is distractingly browsing here and there and focus on eating again. It is grilled fish. It is my favorite food.
‘It’s grilled fish…’
f*cking memories creep up.
– Mr. Dongha. Here, I’ve splintered it. Now, ah, do it.
-b*tch… Is that Dorothy? What you gave me is a fish bone?
– Yes. You painted it and gave it to me.
-Kyahahahahaha!
‘This profit! You’re a dog-like fourth grader!!’
-Kwajak! Kwajak!
“Why, why!?”
‘Oops.’
The fish was all crushed by the angry chopsticks. Sorry…
“You don’t know how to fish?”
“No, that’s not…”
“Okay. Give it to me.”
As if exalting the fish I just served in a bowl of jelly, the demon king carefully brought it onto his plate. And in an instant, I remove all the broken thorns and put them on top of my spoon.
“Eat. Now.”
…
‘Dorothy is better than that clearing b*tch.’
I thought it had been a long time since I had eaten fish prepared by others. I was a little, really a little thankful to the demon king.
‘I’m sorry I hoped that the fish thorns would get stuck in my throat and die.’
“Hey, you.”
“Huh?”
The demon king, looking for something like a puppy released on the grass, said.
“That suit suits you well.”
She said, pointing to the hoodie she gave me yesterday.
“… Uh. Yes.”
…
So what? Are you praising? I can’t read the purpose of the party.
The demon king gave me a disapproving look, then picked up a fork and continued eating.
*
“… Checkmate.”
End the game while sneakily looking at the devil. This is her 4th consecutive loss. I thought I was going to have a seizure from tearing her hair and biting dog foam… Fortunately, it doesn’t break down much.
-Ah, really…
It ended with such a sigh.
Even though I won consecutively, it must mean that the directors who exchanged competitions made her pass.
‘But…’
What have you been looking for since before?
“What are you looking for?”
I decided to just ask. It doesn’t sound like anything serious…
“Huh? What?”
“Are you looking for something?”
Her mouth, which had been wide open, snapped shut. Her red eyes narrowed.
…!
‘Why are you f*cking sh*t again!’
“You, you know.”
“…Uh.”
“That suit. It suits you well.”
…?
Why do you keep repeating the same thing?
‘Wait, come to think of it, even at the first meal?’
– Is it delicious?
The Demon King asked countless times if it was delicious. She loved it with a tear-dropping laugh as she praised her food.
‘That’s it… In other words, this answer is what you want…’
“It’s nice to have pretty clothes, but it’s because you measured and made it yourself, so I like it because it fits perfectly. I really like it.”
It’s a standard answer, like reading her textbook, but since she’s subtly simple, she won’t get caught.
As expected, when I opened the can of snacks, it showed a bright color like a dog running toward me.
“That’s right?”
“Sure.”
For no reason, a mulberry gets into her shoulder. Maybe I’m actually a man who understands women’s hearts very well. Well, anyone would notice if they hit me on a fictitious day.
-Chuck
The Demon King stretched out his white hand, just like he did during the meal earlier.
“…”
“…”
“…Ah.”
I put her king, which I just ate, into her hand.
No matter how much you win, the king is the player’s pride. Holding it in his hand and squatting is an act of disrespect towards the other person.
The demon king who received the king with his outstretched hand. I pursed my lips as if something was frustrating, then opened and closed them. Eventually, he bit his nails and fell into thought.
‘No doubt.’
There is. Clearly there is something I want.
‘I don’t know what it is… Let’s not ask.’
For example, when I saw my friend with a pensive expression sighing deeply, I asked out of courtesy, ‘I don’t have enough money for my dog’s surgery. Is there anyone who can lend me some money?’ Let’s say I heard it.
If he knows I have money in my hands, then I have a moral obligation to lend him money. ‘Okay. Cheer up.’ All the same ostentation would be a mere façade of hypocrisy, and in reality it would lead to a cold-blooded disregard for dying animals.
In other words, if you don’t know her exact needs, it’s a pity that you don’t know her needs.
‘Ignore it. Ignore.’
When I handed over the dead chess piece of the Demon King who was under my command, I brought the sack without setting it again and swept all the pieces inside.
“Huh? Stop it?”
“…Let’s go bubbling.”
‘…It’s very self-indulgent.’
Thinking about something, she put on her chessboard folded in half and stepped out of her room.
*
– Beep Beep Beep
‘Uh… Uh…?’
It is said that traffic accidents occur more frequently in experienced drivers than in spirited novice drivers.
Now that I’m quite used to bubbling, I must have lost my spirits, so I ended up committing a major accident.
– Viscount Kujwa
The demon king’s pink dinosaur was crushed by the enemy pushed away by my character and turned into bindaetteok. Soon, the pink dinosaur screams and flies away to the other side of the screen.
…
‘Hey!’
f*cked.
f*cked.
It was just a bonus map…
One of the demon king’s favorite things is bubbling golden candy.
-Pyororong!
A high-scoring item that sounds pleasant when eaten. She never gave me golden candy. If she even glances at me, she immediately runs over, picks it up quickly, eats it, and laughs heartily. It’s a bonus to sit next to them and shake their heads with how happy they are.
By the way… My troll behavior made her a high school student and my green dinosaur took all of her reward, the golden candy. It’s right to say that you die and give it away.
“Mi, I’m sorry! f*ck! I’m so f*cking sorry! Save my life!”
My hands were sweaty and the gamepad I was holding was slippery. After quickly joining hands, he apologized with a knife. When she wanted to, she was ready to take off her feet and beat her.
“…You.”
The demon king, whose eyes are red and bloodshot, opens his closed mouth. It looks like it’s going to chew me up with its teeth at any moment.
-Gulp
“…Yeah…”
“That suit. It suits you well.”
-Rumble.
…
“……. Thanks. Hey. I’ll do something about the golden candy.”
“…Yes.”
As if giving up something, the demon king sighed and turned his gaze back to the screen. Start over at 0 as a revived pink dinosaur.
…
What the hell.
‘Why are you doing this?’
The demon king is so different from usual.
Is it time to die? In fact, that was a huge boon.
‘I can’t get my hands on the game…’
If I continued like this, I felt like I would do stupid things again and drown the character of the demon king. You need time to catch your breath. He asked her in a soft voice that was as unobtrusive as possible.
“Can I get some water?”
I thought it might be rejected because it was a request right after committing a gatrol thing.
“…Yes.”
Unexpectedly, she willingly gave permission.
*
‘f*ck… I don’t understand the language at the moment.’
I have been pondering on the table for quite some time without going back.
‘Let’s just ask if we need anything.’
No. Why do you want to go into the lion’s den yourself? I don’t know what I need, but it’s clear that I won’t be able to give it to you easily, judging from how I usually don’t speak to me directly. It’s best to just keep quiet until her interest shifts elsewhere.
‘It’s coming…’
Nowadays, living while paying attention to 20 times more than when you were a private soldier, living is not f*cking living.
…Let’s go back. If it’s too late, I might get really pissed off.
– Took.
As I was about to get up from my seat, my elbow hit my elbow and the pamphlets the demon king was reading fell down.
Since it’s a rule of thumb not to touch her things, I reached out to put her things back where no one could see.
‘… What is this? …Exchanging gifts with someone close to you?’
My eyes were drawn to the contents of an old pamphlet that looked like a children’s book. The contents are the positive effects of the culture of exchanging gifts and the taboo behaviors. For example, it contains content that criticizes openly asking for a price.
…!
Throughout the day, she knew why she had mentioned the hoodie she had given her as a gift.
‘Is it really because of this?’
However, if you look at the strangely naive Demon King’s actions, it is understandable. She doesn’t seem to return the gift she gave. That was why she was upset.
In this damn magazine, I was instilling a simplistic idea that if you give a gift to kids who may not have formed values, you will get something in return…
Rather than being happy to know the cause, my eyes get darker. She’s a beggar, and I, a beggar with the highest level in her village’s underground dungeon, couldn’t have given her a gift.
‘I’m going to turn around. She has to give something.’
You don’t know what kind of nasty revenge play you’ll plan if you go overboard. sh*t… I wish for everything about the demon king.
I squeezed her hair with the feeling of her penniless father who couldn’t take care of her daughter’s birthday, but it doesn’t come out easily.
‘… That’s it. Let’s just go my way.’
*
A demon king who follows the pink dinosaur on the screen with wide eyes. He didn’t even look at me when I opened the door.
‘… I feel like my soul has gone out.’
I think the reason why I didn’t stir-fry while being dishonest was because the pamphlet gave me a gift and told me not to openly talk about the cost. It was nonsense that an Allosaurus head could be beaten with one hand. Why isn’t there anything that says you shouldn’t imprison people by force?
“…Take this.”
Her soulless eyes turn to my fingertips.
“… Huh? …… What is it?”
“A gift.”
Her empty eyes widen at the word gift.
“This… Is a paper crane… It has an alchemy that turns it into a super fun game pack after a year. It’s a gift. But don’t use it if it’s torn or burnt.”
Of course it’s bullsh*t. A normal person would not even snort, but I can’t help it. Because all I have is paper and my teeth for cutting gourd.
“What kind of game is this?”
The demon lord whose blood flows rapidly to his white face. The bite came as expected.
“I don’t know about that. You will know when the time has come.”
A gift that takes into consideration the appropriate expectations, randomness, and the special characteristics of her lover of games. If you are deceived by my words, you will be able to just accept and move on.
“Thank you!!”
Seeing her happy jumping up and down, I felt that her grip was working. The Demon King carefully accepts the paper cranes for fear of tearing them, and makes offerings with both hands. Naive year.
“I’ll be sure to keep this for a year.”
“…Yes. Somewhere like a box…”
“Demeter’s protection, Gaia’s touch, Titan’s head, pitch-dark curtain…”
-Giying, giying, giying
Every time she speaks, her origami crane is imbued with several radiant apocalypse level buffs.
…So well preserved.
It seems that he is thinking of making a paper crane into a phoenix.
… It worked out anyway, so that’s okay.
…
One year later?
The magic of changing paper cranes doesn’t happen.
Still, it didn’t matter.
Because there’s no way I can’t get out of here until then.
If you are still trapped after a year, just make a parachute out of a tablecloth and jump down.
“Let’s play that game together in a year!”
By all means, let’s jump down.