15 – Picture Quiz (2)
There are such artists. Artists who escape from the secular world and pile up works alone, and then one day release them to the world.
Most of those works are often grotesque.
It is because the process of exchanging with others and carving out the work is lacking.
There was a strong possibility that the art of looking at the wall like this would go in the wrong direction.
That’s how the demon king is.
I thought it was a bastard sword, but it’s a seagull.
I thought it was a ladle, but it is said to be the sickle of the god of death.
I thought it was Dial Wolf, but it’s canned beans.
“… Ceee…!”
She is very angry right now. This is because the path of the artist, who has walked alone in this tower until now, is being crushed in real time.
Puppet I couldn’t match three pictures in a row that I drew from dawn.
‘Ugh,,, what! f*ck!’
I can’t draw dogs.
Even if I sat my cousin at the daycare center, they would say, ‘You show me this f*cking garbage!’ And tear them to pieces.
It is no longer a problem to have my picture matched. All of her painstaking works look like pieces of toilet paper. I wanted to go easy this time…
“Half left.”
The demon king tick-tick-ticked the hourglass. If she fails again this time, she might transform into something other than a woman. She was worried
‘Let’s focus.’
I wanted to interpret the picture she was holding with her two hands.
There is a white box, and a black cylinder is placed on top of it. Several black towers rise above the cylinder.
…!!
I got it. I just knew.
“This is Typon, the land of the black devil.”
I have a memory of accompanying him during the Nine Boss Subjugation.
‘The first year…’
Nine was a year that made me stretch out just thinking about it without any context.
The reason why he dragged me when he could have cut me off in one shot anyway. It was because he needed someone to peel the peaches.
‘But this time I lived thanks to you.’
Although it is stained with bad memories, thanks to Nine, I was able to guess this picture…
“Wrong.”
-Koo Goong
I heard the sound of lightning striking the top of my head.
“… What, what? Then what?”
“It’s a chocolate cake.”
The demon king said in a tone that was so cold that it seemed like it would freeze. This damn year. What kind of cake have you been eating all this time?
“Haa…”
Faced with the face that she is shouldering all the agony of her world by herself, she puts down the strange object she insisted was a chocolate cake on the floor.
‘f*cked. Anyone can see that it was Tupon, but it’s like a dog.’
Four consecutive misfires already.
If it goes this way…
Taaang!
No!
Only this one has to match. No matter what.
But…
Judging from the strange works so far, there was a strong possibility that he would not be able to recognize the next one.
The devil’s face became a little lively when he saw the next picture he had left on the floor.
“Uh, this is my second best drawing. You can hit it too.”
…
It sounded like a warning that if you don’t match this too, it will break like a biscuit.
‘What should I do? I just can’t find a way.’
In her crazy view of art, we have to narrow down the rational answer.
…
‘Impossible.’
It’s a terrible assumption, but even if I lived with her for ten more years, I wouldn’t even recognize the fragments of her grotesque paintings.
‘You can’t find a way by looking at pictures. Are there any gaps elsewhere?’
The demon king is trying to show me the fifth picture. Once you start, you’re done! Hurry up…!
…
‘Ah.’
Let’s try. You just have to f*ck it up.
“You know.”
The demon king’s hand stopped holding up the picture he said was a masterpiece.
“Huh?”
“That paper crane.”
A paper crane hung around her neck like a necklace.
“…Why is this? I won’t give it back even if you ask for it.”
Then the demon lord hides inside his chest. Cast a vigilant gaze don’t take it you do it
“That’s not it.
“… What kind of nonsense are you talking about?”
“Did I not tell you? It’s a living thing, so if you apply buffs periodically, the one year that it will turn into a game pack will move forward little by little.”
!!!
The anger faded a little from her expression. She takes the place of her curiosity.
“…Really?”
“Have you ever seen me lie?”
‘I do it every day.’
Hmm, hmm. She refines her voice and continues the gura with a serious face.
“When was the last time you buffed?”
“Um… I got it from you yesterday, so it must have been about twelve hours, right?”
“What? So much? Oops… the flow of essence might have already been twisted within the paper crane…”
“What?! Well, then what will happen?”
I don’t know f*ck. I don’t even know what I’m talking about. This innocent Demon King asked back with a face like an elementary school student holding a dying chick despite such nonsense.
“Calm down. I’m still fine. Hmm… First of all, it would be better to start with Athena’s protection and continue using the buff. It is an established theory in the academic world that it is effective for mana response.”
Of course, this is bullsh*t. I do not know. Something like that
Blessing of Athena, a buff that makes the target shine as if aluminum has been poured on them for a certain period of time and greatly increases defense and magic resistance.
“… But I’m in the middle of a game right now… What should I do?”
“Of course, games are important too. Let’s do this. You’re giving problems and buffing them at the same time. All of the remaining six issues. At the same time. You can’t apply buffs while solving problems.”
“What? So what’s your turn?”
“You can do it after solving all 10 of them. The important thing is the paper crane. Right?”
“Yes. It doesn’t.”
The hesitant Demon King.
-Gulp
“The protection of Athena.”
By casting Athena’s protection on the paper crane, I let you know that you agreed with my words.
-Giying
‘Enough!’
The defense and magic resistance were pretty good. Because the purpose is to make origami cranes come together.
“Okay, here is the next picture.”
She showed me the picture. As expected, it was a monster that could not be recognized by the human eye.
“The Protection of Demeter.”
The demon king gives a quiz and at the same time buffs the paper crane pretending to be a necklace. The light again wraps the paper crane.
‘…Where.’
I turned the angle of my head to and fro and observed the back side of the painting reflected in the flashing paper crane.
….Rooms… Seats?
‘I thought it was Kriemhild’s shield…’
As the bright light entwined around the bundled paper crane, it naturally became a mirror. It was really good to fold it into a large piece of paper and give it to you.
From earlier, the demon king lifted the picture up to his chest and showed it. She was taller than she was, so if you look down from this distance, you can see the back of the painting through the origami crane.
Of course, it was not a circular mirror, but rather curved, so there was the inconvenience of having to combine letters at slightly different angles. However, it is something that can be seen carefully when the demon king sings.
‘I can’t believe it worked out like this.’
This was possible because paper cranes have great meaning to the demon king. Of course, naivety also played a part.
“It’s a cushion. Anyone can see You expressed the softness well.”
When he puts together the picture he had been drawing since dawn for the first time, the demon king is overjoyed.
“Hee hee, hee hee hee! That’s right!”
The laugh I usually want to shoot with the Desert Eagle. It was just nice to see that it was a signal that lies were working now.
“Okay, next problem. Show me.”
*
I got all the questions right, even the last one, Jormungandr. I don’t know what Jormungandr is, but it looks like a f*cking thing.
“Okay. Now for the final question.”
“It’s done.”
…!
The luster of paper cranes disappears. Athena’s protection was also gone, so it was just paper.
“Bur, already?”
“Yes. I bet all 42.”
It’s surprising that you can cast 42 disaster-level buffs, but the high-speed chant that casts all of them while giving only 5 quizzes is amazing.
‘The world’s strongest paper crane…’
Sorry, my party has become a paper crane that won’t tear even if I run around for three days and nights.
“Hee hee… Are you getting it right? How did you like my drawing?”
You answer right even if you don’t look. I praised him with a roughly lyrical expression, and he smiled and picked up the last picture.
‘… I’ll just have to match 5 of them.’
The buff… No, the brilliance is gone now. There was no way to match the picture. I wouldn’t be offended by her if she had at least five of the six original plans.
Above all, the Demon King seemed very satisfied.
“…”
“…”
“Can’t you show me?”
The demon king picked up the last picture and quickly hid it behind his back.
“I’ll just make it right. It’s a return for letting me know about buffing origami cranes.”
“…Yes.”
I was a little curious, but it didn’t really matter.
*
It’s my turn to come back. With desperate hints, he managed to narrowly get seven of them right. A satisfactory match with me who guessed six. No, the demon king who won the victory ended the game with a blissful smile.
And dinner time.
“Is this a true story?”
Unbeknownst to me, a sigh came out of my voice.
Pork belly.
The sizzling grilled pork belly is flirting. It is a visual that does not allow comparison itself with the reptile meat that Nine was proud of.
‘I’m so damn happy.’
I think I can understand why arena gladiators are always happy. The rewards that follow from walking the tightrope between life and death must be so sweet.
“Ji, can I really eat it?”
I asked the demon king carefully.
“Titan’s head, Demeter’s protection… Yes! Eat.”
The demon lord believes in the lie from earlier and still applies buffs. Like a hen laying eggs, she is focusing all her attention on paper cranes.
-Gulp.
Dipping it with a fork, I carefully put the pork belly into my mouth, and the hot smoke warmed the roof of my mouth.
-Enemy.
Crunch…
…
“The energy of the earth, the blessing of Gaia… Uh,,, uh?”
A sense of bewilderment stood in the face of the demon king who was busily applying buffs.
“Are you crying?”
-Duk, Duk
It was so delicious that I cried. b*tches who used to tease me with food. I have always deceived myself in their insults. They say they don’t need meat or anything like that, and they won’t eat it even if they give it to them.
…
“… I’ll eat well.”
The demon king with a dumb expression didn’t care and stuffed the meat into his mouth. How many years will it be?
*
The meat grilled over hellfire, not over charcoal, was so delicious. I ate so much that I wondered if half a pig was in my stomach.
“I’ll wash my face and come back.”
The Demon King, who said he cherished it, left the kitchen without even eating a few pieces of meat.
‘… I’m grateful for some reason.’
It sounds extremely stupid for a caged bastard to say, but what can I do? Everything was equal before the meat.
‘Let’s clean up before we come and go to sleep.’
The flow is good at best, so it’s best to clean up quickly and go to sleep. Stack empty food bowls on top of each other.
“Huh? This…”
This is the picture the demon king drew while matching the pictures earlier.
‘… The last problem.’
I was curious. A picture where the Demon King of Victory slipped by. What is it?
Unable to overcome my curiosity, I broke the unwritten rule not to touch the devil’s things and looked at the painting.
And I found one that I didn’t pay for as a problem earlier.
‘… What is it?’
A picture that is just like any other picture that is outrageous. But it was oddly familiar.
‘…Is it human?’
I was curious about the answer, so I looked at the back and it said ‘friend’.